A neverending journey on a search to find myself,
Never being one to ask for help,
So internally I’ve dealt with many struggles, Walked away from many puzzles, ‘Cuz the voices in my head I haven’t yet learned how to muffle
Gained wisdom which in turn becomes my muscles
What’s the point if I remain inside a bubble?
No longer a need in being subtle,
Hit the runway like a shuttle
Swear I’m aiming for the stars once the pilot hits ignite
Take flight and for once not in my dreams
Like a butterfly with very brand new wings,
Notion has to settle that my mental can surpass through any level,
Very capable of soaring once I’m finally in the vessel
It’s the getting there, Underlying fear
Of my being to succeed it makes me scared
And I can’t control it,
But I give my best attempt to get a hold of it
Up and down then up again,
A neverending pogo stick
Growing tiresome,
A burden on my legs
Like I wanna stop but something makes me stay,
Confined to the pain
‘Til I finally find the strength to break away,
Come to find I’m losing steps
the more I gain
What’s wrong with my brain??
Get a hold Tre, pull yourself together
A good pilot I’m gon’ land despite the weather
I’m striving for better
Slight delay but it’s better late than never,
Or some other dumb cliché
Searching for the sunrays
Torn when once I find it
Cuz the image I envisioned beautiful but makes me blinded,
No closing my eyelids
Time is of the essence, but I still continue stressing,
Vocal point is negative instead of counting blessings,
Still I feel as if no one can hear my message so I travel by myself with little friendships,
Align it with fences,
Pick and choose to whom I let
through pass the guards,
Posted up because I have a fragile heart
Enough scars, don’t need anymore wounds
Problem is the slightest pressure makes a bruise,
Hanging my noose,
Or in the process, pick through what is nonsense,
Stop myself before I end up in a fatal consequence,
Don’t get it twisted love my presence on earth,
But sometimes I get engulfed by all the hurt,
No option to turn,
Lack decisions, searching for my wisdom,
See it in the distance becomes clouded in my vision,
Come to find, in fact was never blind
Mighty dark but light was there entire time
Eternal the sunshine
It thrives even in an emo mind,
In a land where only strongest survive,
Trust I’ll stay alive
Sometimes life will throw you a wrench,
Key in turn’s to use the tool to make a bench,
No more pondering about events thats never been,
Unless the thought portrays the girl to win,
If so, let the story begin…