Fulfilling blueprints and first perceptions every time I give up and fall into tears in the middle of the night,
I am more than this I swear,
Love is here more than this depressed ghost I am tonight,
The definition of pain is subjective,
And I'm trying,
But forgive me if my best is not good enough,
I know I am a stereotype sometimes,
A walking tragedy spurred by my age,
But this is the best I can be today,
A blank canvas is what my future is,
Let this be the turning point,
Allow me to begin again.
