Ending on days that run into a river of nothingness
coming out with less each day
wishing to come out with more
wanting to learn all life has to offer

But I'm hindered and left behind to fend for the own likes of myself
eating away is the guilt I call my conscience
begging me to do right
but my body always succumbing to wrong

Convulsing with the stress and pressure of right and wrong
black and white
no gray in between
no room for compromises

The only definition for right is how I perceive it to be
subjected to the personas of the world
not one is better to be than me, myself, and true I
not one do I fall in line with

Embracing being different
embracing being unique
embracing being the only one
embracing being me