do not be deceived with the illusion that I've painted;
you'd think I'd be the calm after the storm;
but inside this ball of sunshine,
I am nothing but a raging storm.

you stare at me,
as if i'm a scorching cup of coffee,
that you just can't stand to hold

sometimes in a day -
it's fun just to enjoy the simple things in life without seeing the gray areas that surrounds it.

somewhere behind that never ending darkness,
is someone who wants to be loved
and treasured;

someone whose waiting and waiting,
despite of the fact that it's slowly
losing it's last ember;

you can't see it because it's always behind
the shadows,

waiting for the time that you'll gradually
discover its

w o r t h

but can't you see?
that someone is

y
o
u

your heart has been waiting for far too long
to love yourself for once that
it's slowly covered in bruises and scars;

far too long that it's almost covered itself in
a labyrinth of pain with the hopes of
what could've been and
what could never been;

and maybe,
it's finally time to give yourself a
little rest.