you are so far away.
what is seen may not be the truth.
i’m no longer 12, now 17, and i finally feel like i’m truly fine.
frustration chews at your soul.
a small kid huddling under the covers, wondering when they will break down the door and when you will meet your end.
morning quite subdued, with happiness glowing blues.
love doesn’t come easy.
hate is a parasite within each of us.
till our only mission in life bespeaks to fight against what we speak.
i promise i will be a supernova in this galaxy.