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.
I have always tried to be important to myself, Though I believe not, So I may not be important to anyone else. I should not be important for anyone else. I dictate how I believe everyone else should see me, Feel about me, Think about me, Because I do not have high regards, On who I am, and how I am. \Ruptes