Been someone else for so long I forgot how myself feels, Guess that's what I get when I let go of the wheel. Guess that I forgot that my own life was so real that the one that I invented became plastic it revealed that the person that I thought I was was truly not the truth. Only took a single moment for the fake me to go poof. Only took some time in solitude to understand my spoof.
I am doing away with the smoke and mirrors, allowing only sunlight in to ensure I see clear. I am ridding of the darkness that consumed my entire being, breaking all the chains away allowing only freeing. As I make strides towards a better me I understand the hurt, caused by all my actions and those I treated as just dirt.
But remember this taking into consideration all my running through the fields was like the plowing for integrating. Dirt is such an understated medium for growing, only everything that grows needs something to start the flowing. My foundation has been rough and completion is quite near, Only want to grow the greatest, ridding all the field of fear.
I am past the point of being so mindless, its demanding. I've got to do what's needed if there's room left for expanding. I depended on the dependency of a lack of independence, now my actions are endeavors for reactions to my penance. I will only make the choices that have outcomes that are greater than the one I made before, which left nothing but a crater.
I wish only to grow big and strong, up to the sky, and then beyond. I know there were sacrifices made along the way, but the painful march towards progress is to take the hurt and stay. I am more real now than I have been in forever, sucks it had to come to this, but I'm only getting better.
