I am becoming at peace
with having no peace at all.
I am now comfortable with
the distortion, the pain, and the dismal.

I watch my friends gather
and laugh, joke, and play.
Part of me wishes that I
could be that way.

Their positive energy radiates
and latches on to me.
The time spent with them
takes me away and sets me free.

I put out only good vibes
and smile and hope they can't tell
that my time with them is
temporary until I escape this hell.

Yes,

I am becoming at peace
with having no peace at all,
only because this road is ending soon,
but I cherish all the good times that
have helped me stall.