Serenading your words to filter out the joy from my sadness, for my heart is yours! I want to be serene, contemplating every word you set for me to follow. I want to be what you want me to be, for... I am not. At times I scream silently, where no one can hear…inside my mind, from the voice within. Other times, I dance to the song I fool myself with, the justification of the sins that seemed to amuse me. The self, so weak, and weaker it is when there isn’t anyone there to support me. The light shining bright, but I’m too blind to see. It is not my will anymore, for my will is silenced shut. Have I left my soft seclusion to be pricked with thorns? Why do I loose all the battles you set for me...?
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