Am I the Hero or the Sinner?

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.