My life has been a constant battle.

With

my colleagues, 

my parents,

my friends,

my demons.

To be an older was my dream as a child,

to be a child is my dream as I become older.

As a child, responsibilty is long and far

and happiness is easy to attain.

People like you for who you are,

so there is no need for inner pain.

The hurt began in middle school,

when the bullies came out,

called me gay, lame, a fool,

as if being cool is what it was all about.

High school is when my life took many turns, at first it was hell.

Unreachable expectations from my parents,

fake friends prohibiting you to excel.

That's when the demons came out, with terrible events.

They say actions are louder than words,

but every action I took led me deeper,

in depression. 

It was through words that I found grace.

They gave me an outlet,

and through that a new way to see

and stop being my own biggest threat.

Happiness comes from within,

I learned this in my most unhappy time,

when all I wanted to do was sin

against my own body, yet I also wanted to climb.

To rise out of that mess was my dream you see,

and in a moment of inspiration,

nothing could stop me,

my new mind set only a confirmation.

I found hope.

A reason to live when things go astray,

something in the darkness to help me cope.

To show me the light and push the dark away.

For the dark cannot come

Its somewhere else I belong,

Where people can hear the voice

of an angel in midst of a song.

Once you see the light,

the dark will cease to exist,

only a mere shadow

unable to subsist.

I happy now

that that I told me demons ciao.