With every lost memory is the creation of a new addiction. To cover ones wounds like a plastic surgeons master piece. Insecurities worn as a mask for protection. Criticism fuels the fire within. As my pride says goodbye... my depression says welcome... I open my eyes and look around.. No one notice my inner dialogue... Life moves on.
I looked around and have a overwhelming urge of jealousy. Why me? What did I do to deserve this? Have I been a bad person? Why do you hate me god? All of the questions flood my mind. The current pushes me to places few have been punished enough to witness. We are creatures of the unloved. Force to go through life with only our hope as a flashlight. It may flicker but as long as you continue to breath your light will shine.