May 14, 2012
Monday
6:01pm
It has reached my core.
Deeply rooted.
Caging my soul.
Wrapped around me like vines.
I am blinded.
I voice that everything's fine.
The truth hurts,
but remains hidden.
My face is a mask
covering my flaws.
Hiding the pain in different places.
Wishing I could get a cure.
Praying this manifestation ends
and permanently erases.
Call it what you may.
Depression, a phase, the blues.
It is my enemy, disease, and infection.
It feeds on my loneliness, unhappiness,
and my fear of failure.
It antagonizes me,
frustrates me.
And I feel like I need a breather--an escape.
No matter how far I run,
it soon follows after.
Not knowing where I'm going,
I'm still looking for a cure.
I'm a fighter and a believer.
Soon, this will all go away
or at least be tamed.
Soon enough,
I'll be okay.
I shall continue to seek ways
to eternal happiness.
I will bring light
to my mind, body, and soul.
I will look to God
for guidance, strength, and courage
to take off this mask
and let myself be bare--vulnerable.
I will be cured.
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