sometimes i figure i’m simply going insane.
as i have never really allowed anyone inside of my brain.
these words created a window for you to view my pain.
for my thoughts run rampant but these words form structure.
they are building my foundation and providing me comfort.
as the world around me has been submerging me under. 
why does my mind focus on the negative? when the world is filled with such wonder.
fate, luck, prophecies are far fetched philosophies.
what's real is the emotions that i feel. 
layer after layer for how long must i peel.
to carry on through such adversity takes a different type of will.
what's real is these dreams that i will soon fulfill.
honing my mind into both a weapon and a shield.
i take my thoughts and then turn them into reality.
my biggest fears are being toppled over casually.
the old me is gone an unintended casualty.
but one thing is for certain i know that he would be proud of me.

»B.Don