My Tunnel Of Life
by: Me

Angry at the world for what it has done to me, for what it has said about me, for what it thinks I am and what it thinks it can make me. I am not the world to mold. It cannot make me what it wants to, I am my own to mold. I make myself what I want to make myself. Rumors spread like a wildfire, rumors that are not true, rumors that I cannot bear to listen to. Why do people say such hurtful things? How do they think of them? Such cruelty should be banished from the world. I have little happiness here, two things to keep me going. One of which, I love more than anything and cannot stand to be away from. The others, they are the people who love and care for me. The rest of the world is pure evil, hating me and wanting me all at once. They stand lurking in the shadows to take their turn at me, to see what they can do with me. Waiting ever so patiently, attempting to damage me more than they have ever done before. Try hard as they may, I will make it through this dark abyss and find my happiness once more. I can over come these trials and obstacles. I just have to take it all one-step at a time and try not to be overwhelmed by it all. There will be light at the end of my tunnel, and this light will not mean death. It will mean rebirth, for that is What we are all looking for deep down.