There has been many thoughts in me. 

How do I go to put this into words. 

These thoughts consume me. 

They are the small spark in the middle of me. 

How can I go about it? All I want to do is sit and cry.
Let out this pain that I am not able to figure out where it sleeps. 

Within me it lives and when it comes to the light it consumes me.
How can I be the best of me when I still have this? 

How can there be a better me - ever- when it is still; there somewhere. 

I am looking for it and I can't seem to find it. 
Maybe, I should let it out free to consume me.

Because when I look for it, it evades me.