i think i see the nightmare now
i am better off gone
i always knew
-slowly i fade-
the words can't produce.
a maelstrom of mixed false and true.
too much to explain,
too little proof.
i earned that title of untrust
but feel unworth
(with my own known general worth)
of its definition.
~drifting through my trees~
i am more
than what others
mark me
but
i am less
than what others
brand me
i know what i believe
i am less than good,
but i am trying to do right.
i am more than bad,
i hope to understand.
i believe what i see
i still feel the need to be alone
a half of my life was given,
that now feels taken.
i am unbelievable
i hope one day
it'll be good.
i can never know what to do
but i search in vain
i don't know if its right to follow
but i still would love company
i hope you're okay .