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An Idiot...
I’m an idiot
Don’t listen to me
My mind’s all twisted and messed up all the time!
No, seriously, it is
Except when I’m not depressed
If you can’t stand me
Now, you know why
I’m an idiot
That doesn’t know any better
I haven’t learned yet
I’m just as lost as everyone is
One too many times
I’ve come to realize
I have let and put myself down
All those times, I didn’t believe
Were spent in solitary-confinement
For that, reality sets in
I soon take note of the gloom around me
I can’t find my way through all this
Life takes its toll and me?
I’m left behind in the shadows of everyone and thing
I just can’t seem to discover my confidence today or any other date
What’s the point of being known?
If I’m an unseen force to everyone
I am overlooked too many times
I am within their presence
Standing there in that dark, mysterious, and lonesome corner
I get ignored by everyone and thing
An outsider, loser, reject, and ghost is all I am to them
They treat me differently here
More than any other places, I’ve been to
This is more than I can handle
I don’t care
For once, I can see right through them
My eyes grasp truth
Slowly, it takes in time
The life I have come to realize
As my own
Veracity rushes into me
It speaks of realism
Tick, tock
Gradually, existence drains away from era
Only turning into days
Additionally, it revolutionizes overtime into years
Wakeful days alters into sinister nights
Mysterious outcomes transforms into mystical quests
Spiritual pursuits varies into murky bewilderment
Certainty converts into vanished light and misplaced optimism
Eternally mislaid will be everything I am yearning to have in my opinion
A verve on its own, is one I desire
Perpetually, will all this ever cease to an end?
Will I ever stumble on what I have been penetrating for all I have been living?
Most importantly, will I ever seem to come across what I don’t yet have in for my part?
Journey through all this, I can make a difference
Living and learning, I am capable of renewing and rediscovering my true self
I am able to unearth what I have been incisive on
Finding the radiance at the end of those endless, dim, and supernatural nights
I won’t uncover myself gone in the reverie of dusk
Disturbed days and hours of darkness will all be ceaselessly forgotten?
No more, must I endure this pain any longer?
Will I suffocate longer than expected?
An end to those who neglected us
Down with those days, we didn’t deem ourselves and one another
Deaths to...will any of us feel like we’ve lost all hope and illumination?
Put an end to the corridor of perplexity
For now, all we can do
Is look forward to hit upon what we all have been probing for?
