Poetry in a dark corner,
I've been here for years,
I could even say my whole life,
But I think i see light,
Should i come out?
A hint of sunshine shining from my tightly covered window,
Should i tear down these walls of
Confusion,
Observing,
Fustration,
I would be blinded,
Overwheled by reality,
I care to much,
I think to much,
What if i said what i thought?
Would i be hated?
Or would i be liked?
I want to know the truth to life,
But how can i find the truth to life,
When i dont even have one,
I breath day to day,
I am "ALIVE"
But i dont live life,
Life is to be lived,
Not just wasted day by day,
Only if i knew how to take my own advice