Conformity was normality,
My mind grew exhausted.

I worried about failing,
Disabling me, anxiety.

Happiness was no where
To be found, dark depression.

My mother asked repeatedly,
"What's wrong, honey?"

The only answer I could find:
"I woke up."

I changed my ways,
Style, friends, attitude.

It was all for the worse.
It all was a blur.

Like a machete,
I cut apart my life.

Doing my best,
I cut out the black pieces.

Now I am me,
Who I actually want to be.

I opened my eyes.
I woke up.