I can no longer wear this mask that hides the face that holds so many scars.
Stricken down over and over again, not ever given a chance to raise to the occasion . A hand placed on the mirror that reflects such happiness, pulled away by force by the willowing shadows. Voices forming like storm clouds, telling me to do so many things. Confusion and turmoil sets in almost instantaneously.

Shattered dreams pave the road like broken concrete on an old road.


I dont know how much longer i can put up with this.