Who I am.
Searching in the deepest corners of the oceans
The uplifting smirk of my smile and soul.
Big Bad Bold.
Rough around the edges but gentle in the core. I know how to handle. I know how to deal.
But my saving grace has vanished from my life and I am a pit of despair. I know happy and smiley on the exterior but on the inside I am kicking and screaming for something better
Its like I've been awken. I can soar right into the sky or crash into the ground.
Its my choice, whats yours? I am person.
I just want to be a big bad beautiful person who is successful
Without the smiley exterior I am a ball of stress who can barely take it
The knife is cutting me slowly but I eventually I will cut deep enough that the pain and stress will be bearable for a fleeting moment
I will keep pushing
I will dug deeper
I will kick harder
I will scream louder
But for what?
I must not doubt mself.