Piece it up.

Art : Sugar.

By Sakuan.

The sad story of my life, the weakest worm of all rises up inside me and forces me to take care of my own body. I used to think it was going to be easy but as time goes by I came to realize it was such a hard thing to accomplish, hard might not be the right word, I came to realize it was such a burden trying to take care of my own body. My body is playing tricks on me, I open my eyes and it tells me it is one thing then I shut them out of fear, and upon opening my eyes again my body tells me something completely different. This is why I can never know who I truly am.

My eyes look deep into your soul and they never get satisfied by what they see, they try to cry but tears ran out a long time ago, this is why I can never say what I truly feel, I feel a lot of things and fear is not one of them, I can go today or tomorrow… I don’t like that thought, my life is such a pathetic mess, all thanks to the man in the mirror. My head spins round and round, nobody is here to help me, I am my own savior, I am my own hero, I am my own anchor, I am my own God, what is a God? I used to have a clear mind, I used to have dreams, I used to smile, I used to be a lot of things. The other day the man in the mirror asked me what changed. The answer I gave him was rather straightforward, I did not have to think of the answer because it was there, it was as if I was waiting for someone to ask me that exact question.

So what changed? Well, I grew up.

By Nu Nazareth.