Light

As the blood runs down my arm, the light in my soul flickers… It has lived for one whole minute.. My soul is alive.. I'm alive… I don't know weather to rejoice or greeve over this. What do I do? …..Help me out of this dark tunnel… Help me find my light.. I will rejoice…. In the light.. Because in the light I can no longer HIDE… And the rest of the world can only see what I have truly become….. What I was truly meant to be… The light of my soul.. Or the darkness of it… Whatever they may choose to see… But in the end its all truly me… I'm done hiding my face in the shadows of night… I want the world to see my light… The light that makes me who I was and am meant to be….. I will no longer run or turn my back on myself… I have to do this for myself… Forgetting others and what they want.. Stand in the amazingly bright light and watch as the world looks upon it.. Upon me!… my soul is alive and I may rejoice or I may pretend… I will not pretend it is not who I was meant to be… Its simply not me. My light is busting out from my chest…. Wanting the world to see… See the true me… But I am so scared of being seen…. What do I do?…. Help me out of this dark tunnel… Help me let my light shine…. No, don't, this is my fight… I should fight my own battle…. I'm no longer a child… My fight is my own… The real me is like a code for you're my space profile…. So easily deleted…. So easily forgotten…. Or misplaced…. I'm so confused… How am I ever going to let my light shine when I don't even know who I was ,or am?