Sometimes, I lie awake at night and think
There's so much that swirls around in my head
But it means so little now.
I would sit on my throne and feel
Like I had everything figured out.
How I acted, how I talked, how I saw life.
But really, I was just so small.
A vicious circle of sadness, and false hope.
It was a white room filled with my own drawings of what I believed to be real.
Yet, here I am on the brink of uncertainty.
Watching as the rest of the world passes me by
And I think to myself -
"What if that could be me?
I could be out there..living, moving along, and enjoying everything life has to offer too."
I live in a gray world where time repeats itself,
And I feel that I might never find the exit.
But then again,
Maybe that's okay.
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