On my way, I go.
Leaving behind the sorrow, the pain
that once had me crawling in fear.
I won't look back.

On my way, I go.
Leaving behind the memories,
memories that haunted my dreams.
I won't look back.

Because I am strong,
I am me and now,
I am free.

On this day
I am thinking
How strange peoples are?
Sometimes they treat you
Like u mean everything to them
But mostly they treat you
Nothing to them
Are they are foolish or trying to act like foolish ?


On this day
I am thinking
How could someone be so disgust?
How people treat themselves
As a high class people?
And make others to feel like low class people
Are they trying to make others feel low
Or they are making themselves below??

Truly they are strangers
If wanna to study them
You only get chaos everywhere.
They are worth of
Go to  hell
Never and ever change yourself for them
Because you mean nothing to them
And never question on God's creation
You are most amazing person always mention.

I wanted numb
I wanted to be a certain thing
I wanted to release myself to the wave of the world
I wanted to be taken away and washed on shore

But I don't want to feel nothing
I can that feel with the rawest sting
The burn of life pulses through my bones and prickles at my skin

You can pour water on me to put me out,
I will sizzle and smoke and rise higher and more fiercely
Laughing as I look you in the eye.

I used to think with my eyes downcast even when closed.
Behind a wall, shielding me,
protecting me from having to follow my dreams

Of the boredom that comes with passionately saying, ‘this is what I love!’
Because, how tedious is it to commit to your dreams?
How boring to practice and practice and practice and practice.

Just saying the word,  practice feels like practice for something.
Practice, Practice, Practice
Practice..

It’s uncomfortable
It is off-putting
Too many words, and the flow is all of.

It’s. Not. The. Right. Rhythm.
or.the.right.feel,
esmegnsiht osklo gnorw.

So, I’d rather go numbly through life
biding my life by
till someone does it for me?

No one is going to tell me who I am.
No one is going to know my thoughts,
or hear my voice,

Unless or until I open my mouth and tell them.
Every thought I think is a statement
So every move I make must matter.

My voice is my strength and my gift
It should be weird that people don’t know that about me.
I am not the timid voice with roaring inner thoughts kept to myself.

How can other people know me for how I know me
if I don’t tell them who I am.

So here it goes.
This is who I am.
This is what  I will fight for.

The discovery of self.
The belief in self.

The belief in my dreams.
The discovery of my dreams.