Better

Scars from the past, My olive skin has been scathed by flames, My olive skin has been embraced by razors, In the past is where it lies, For I have moved on from childish games of self-hatred, Since age 8, I have been secluded in this world of- Falling out, And falling in, Into a state, Much unlike heaven, Heaven’s antonym more or less, How quenched is my thirst for success and ‘the norm’? I lead a life brought forth from a mistake in time, Though I crave ‘better’, The word brings forth tingles upon my lips, I know that is all I wish to achieve- All I wish to succeed, To better this 5 foot 5 inch wide box- Called me, And the surrounding which can most commonly be referred to- As my life.