I don't know what to write anymore. To portray the good that exists out there. Or to reveal the darkness hidden underneath. To fire up because of the madness I've felt, Or to dance along the beautiful rhymes, To glee about the fact that the ray of light is visible, Or to be upset that I had to walk through the dark. To believe the praise that I hear, Or to listen to the giggle about me, If I have to go by the harshest of the words said, Or to run by the sweetest smiles exchanged. What to believe I ask- myself. Often in the nights that don't seem to end. To believe that people care about each other, Or to stay certain that they never understand. Who is to be believed? Someone who says that I carry a bright light, Or someone who agonized me to lose self-respect. Should I trust people who believe in my potential Or those who made me believe I am nothing. Burst in the flames that some have sparked in me, Or walk on the calm roads holding hands of the
With a Sweet Punch..