Shielf yorself
From others hate
For those arrows are sharp
And always penetrate
Even through the adrenaline
You might not feel it
But the wound is there
Pussing and peeling
Shield yourself
From enemies hatae
For it's not worth
The furure pain

The thing is, we all pretend to be what we are not. And it is really tiring, to act like you are somebody else. It is tiring to be a fake. But, on the other hand, you dont really know who you actually are, and you try your best to find the person you are but get lost, get lost in the 1000 personalities you have, get lost inside yorself. And then you realize you -yourself- are a lie, you are nothing. This idea makes you scared, scared that you may disappear and fade away someday. And with the emptiness in your heart you stare at the reflection in the mirror, and hate every bit of the person you are not. And when you try to change it and get control, you become lost even more. It doesnt end, the life you live. It doesnt end, your journey of trying to find the real you. Nothing ends. You slowly become worse, you slowly lose yourself, you slowly die. And you cant get back, to the fake you, to the one who was atleast kind of happy.

You look around

Is it suffocating or enlightening

Are you swimming or drowning

Are you free or engaged

own yorself or be enslaved

Who really gives a sshit but you

Your spirit is searching
for guidance
Someone who has been through it
and triumphed

With a noble reputation,
someone that inspires with stimulation
conquers with self motivation.

Where paths are revealed
in complicated situations,
Revalations.

With your faith in "the"
you gain the gift to fearlessly see
the serinity that awaits you
when you set yorself free

of all negative entities and impurities
its no hoax
he banishes insecurities

It all starts when you begin to believe.