Risking Reason

Drowning

Have you ever felt so insignificant that even a measly pencil has more meaning than you ever have? That a book with blank pages is more loved than you have ever been or will ever be? Have you ever felt as if you couldn't go to school on rainy days because your mask of happiness might be washed away with the make up thats been caked on your face just so you look pretty and happy and meaningful? have you ever felt so small that you might just fall through the cracks in the footpath so you avoid all of them that you see? Have you ever purposely made plans with yourself somewhere else for family occasions just so you don't have to deal with the questions about how fake you can be? Have you ever felt like you couldn't have a glass of water for there fact it may never stay in but may ignite the waterfall that is your eyes? But then again have you ever felt like a spark just wanting to be ignited by potential hoping wistfully that someone or something may come along someday that would throw enough passion on the your spark to start a fire? Being a spark sounds amazing doesn't it? But I was a spark at some point. I was left there for year wondering what would be the right amount of passion someone came along turned me into a raging bushfire. 

But then the fire brigade came along to put me out.

I wasn't even a spark anymore. 

I was a puddle of mud never to be ignited again.

Society suffocated me 

I was lost in your expectations.

Drowned out by the roar from society when I didn't follow their ways.

I do now.