Breath

Your Own Beliefs

Now look me in the eyes,

And tell me what to feel,

Because I don't know anymore.

I look at her, and I wanna smile,

And I look in the mirror, and I wanna cry,

I look at my hands, and I hate what I see,

And when it's pitch black,

And all I hear is my breathing,

And my only company is the shadows,

In my mind, taunting me,

Or dancing on the wall,

I want to die.

But then,

I have a smile on my face,

And love in my heart,

I see beauty with my eyes,

And feel hope coursing through my veins.

I'm up and I'm down and I'm hot and I'm cold and I'm black and I'm white,

All in one.

I'm a walking contradiction,

Living a life with no direction,

And I'm lost.

I speak in tongues,

And I fake my smile,

And I hide my thoughts,

But I'm fine.

I'm really fine.

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But will you believe me?