Burdens

Astonishing, the level of acceptance, convinced through the horrors Addiction, unknown to others within the shadows Pride's last thread of hope. Refusing most certain transition when pleading fails, Not quite ready for a farewell Softens the blow, anxious on every bite, hail the onlookers I will not escape ...give me this one night regardless of its lunacy being at home no judgments in the warmth stop time if this is where contention lies do not allow me to witness tomorrow "This is how you're going to be, this is your path. Forget about being someone, forget about social importance. You will struggle every day until you reveal your lies, your wrongdoings in the eyes of the divine." Yet, I never know how to be. It's not like I had a manual; I go by experiences, by what I see, repeat, and admire. I didn't choose my weakness; it was brought on by reactions from the light. Yes, it isn't pretty, but when you get trodden on too many times, the only option is to hide. This is exactly what this reality wants, is it not? ...It's not *"here's looking at you kid" = Casablanca *Spring Equinox: The Mountains Break Forth in Song Old Solar