°•Universe∆ ; Poetry

•]i(Blackhole)i[

] D E S T R O Y E R ?

They say nothing destroys you more than your own mind,
I am my own destructor.
The demons I say,
They don't exist,
It's me,
My soul.
I pull this great prank on myself,
I say I'm okay,
I then proceed to make sure I'm not.
Isn't it ironic?
I want happiness,
But feed on sadness of myself.
Happiness is a choice you see,
That's why it guilts me to be happy.
Sadness is inevitable,
That's why blue is loved the most.
I want to be okay,
But I'm different
And somehow society tells me it's not okay.
I try to change,
Change my life,
To turn it around, but every time
Every time I remain the same.
I hurt myself,
Thinking this will make me okay.
I preach equality and acceptance,
But abuse my own self.
My own ugly, fat, stupid self.
I am my own destroyer right?
No, please I don't want my new universe to be me.
I don't want substance that sucks up all the light, hope.
I don't want my own soul to be a void,
Where hope ends.
But it is.
And I can't change it,
Why?
Because it gives balance,
You cannot be light and not expect darkness.
My universe to even be okay, needs darkness.
My soul is the very blackhole I need,
To keep hope in control,
So I could go on,
Never change,
Because I don't need to,
I am me.
I am different,
And that's okay.