I spent my whole conscious life trying
to fit into the world I live in,
with the people that surround me,
trying to understand why...
Why I am not a part of it,
of them...
And today I figured that
The world is too subjective for anyone to be perfect for it and
People are too weak and bendable for me to be one of them,
so the only thing that I can do is just...
Fit the world to me. Make people follow.
I have the thin line between
destruction and creation
drawn through me.
For that
I am cursed to never feel the peace in rest
and to find
new begginings in my restless soul.
I will never get the approval of the people
that are close to me,
but I hope to get it from a greater power.
For that
I accept myself the way I am today
and hope to find
the strenght to do the same tomorrow.
Първоначално написано от YoungBloodZ
Josefinne
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