Gazing into a meadow filled with hope.
As my weary legs slip further into the light
Enemies gather around me, confining me into this place
For all eternity, I want to be remembered for doing what is right.

Insanity is past, emotional trauma never to heal.
Kept me checked into a a coast transition.
Although I wasn't cured of the brutal memories of the past.
I was always able to make concrete and valid vital decisions.

I want to tell you how I feel.......
Something holds me back, keeps me held in fear.
It takes every ounce of my being to remain truly real.
Final hours appear on the horizon, illusions becoming clear.

My emotions run through me like an electric current.
Robbing me of my good judgement and clarity.
It's definitely time to seek a my higher power for the only cure.
Sincerely afraid of what I've become, eyes forcing me to finally see.

Solitary confinement sounds like an affordable luxury.
And all the "loyal, perfect friends" have never even really cared.
I'm shredded, in agonizing circles of vicious pr-mediated plans.
Although, I'm aware of the enemy, myself, still I am running scared.

"Yes!  Run away like a scared little girl, never to return.
Ripping my life apart, even when things are going well.
That's the pattern, the history, the story of my ******* life.
I'm not ashamed, its the story that I was meant to tell.