I've witnessed life in me,
Frustrating as it can be.
I've seen and felt rage,
I've seen the dawn of a new age.

I've heard what there was,
I know what there will be.
Maybe I'm still afraid to confront my own reality.

My conflicting thoughts cloud the path that lies ahead of me,
But I still keep walking because my insides refuse to flee.

I still have faith in wherever I'm going,
The me that was hiding is now finally showing.
My mind urges me to keep writing,
I'm too tired but I have to keep fighting.

Everything is falling apart,
But I'm still scratching the surface.
I think I should ask my heart,
What is my true purpose.

So I can't waste time in being upset,
As I haven't unraveled my words yet.

-  _the_someone