This mind, my mind keeps me alone, almost like the old pretend me has overgrown. too much now I feel I've set in stone. I'm just trying to let me be me.
Then a light says, Life's short my friend you're in a fight, you shouldn't be feeling like you're in a war. Pull yourself out the dark just find that light, be the real you through that door.
Criticism gives me a body with an eroded soul. Leaving me thoughts I just can't control. Oh, why won't the darkness just go. I'm scared my mind will end up taking my toll.
At times I think reality is when I dream. For when I dream, I'm more me, higher self-esteem. If only there's a way for these thoughts to break, to guide my dreams to where I wake.
Then a light says, Life's short my friend you're in a fight, you shouldn't be feeling like you're in a war. Pull yourself out the dark just find that light, be the real you through that door.
I find my way through that door, where there's criticism that don't bring me Down like before. But my body regains its righteous soul, leaving me to be me and feeling whole.
