There is a fear that I will not succeed.

A fear that this world will get the better of me.

A guilt that knowing things too deep, is causing me to weep.

A hope that something may change.

Do I want it to anyway or is it just the dream of people who hate me anyway?

Is my constant anxiety something I solve with a pill?

I stare down

Is this real?

so I dare?

will I will?

I want this world to end

The dark that I've been living in.

But, in fighting do I become a hero or embrace the demons I've been living with?

How can I escape this phase?

Could I just turn the page?

Is it possible to escape or am I stuck in this cage of mistakes?

The screaming of normal talk

Is it the way that I walk?

Do you hear like me?

or is it just the TV?

Hope, help me get out of this cage.

I hope that I'll never fade

But I made some mistakes

that I cannot unmake

will I ever be the same?

They say the darkness, it never leaves.

It will always be a part of me.

Maybe there's a good side.

Maybe this terror could make me the hero.

Maybe it wasn't a mistake

maybe I shouldn't ever have been born in the first place.

No,

I was meant to be on this world

I'm not just some little girl

I can't remember

what makes me so bitter

Have I turned old like a cynical sinner?

Maybe it's not too late.

Maybe I made a mistake.

I hope that things will change.

I might be the hero someday.

Babies laughing

puppies leaping

sun rising

rays shimmering

on waves rolling

breezes blowing

colorful leaves fluttering

rain falling

puddle jumping

cold-day cuddling

hand holding

arm-in-arm walking

silly dancing

dumb joke telling

belly laughing

cooking, baking

meal making

sports watching

card playing

porch sitting

bird watching

garden growing

snowman building

poem writing

story typing

oil painting

music tickling

my ears listening

your fingers strumming

lips smiling

hearts beating

spoon sleeping.