"I live in a room with 4 walls. The windows are covered in A Dense fog.It is Safe in here but I can't feel....
The difference between what is Fake and Real.
Racing thoughts, I want to forget. A swamp of pain and Emptiness. I cannot get to the shore. Like quicksand in here. Pulling me
down. I look for the door. It is a maze. A hall of mirrors.
I cannot find myself. I see me but I am a shadow, barely there.
I am nothing, They taught me that. A hopeless teen.
I Search for the light switch To turn off my brain.
But my flashbacks are all I can see. I can't get away. They Rain down on me. I am DROWNING in my sorrow.
Treading against the current, sucked towards the drain. BUT I MUST FIGHT TO FACE THIS WORLD TO LIVE AGAIN. Because these 4 walls also
KEEP OUT the good things. I KICK, I SCREAM, I THROW THINGS,
POUNDING, STRIVING TO BREAK FREE. Free from myself, to find myself, to be Someone, to be SOMETHING!!
Every Day I become stronger. I may falter, I may be wounded.. But I will get back UP. I will SUCCEED. My issues I will deal with. My problems I will Solve. I owe that to myself. MY past will not DEFINE me. You see. It is crowded in here with all these memories. I Don't want YOUR Sympathy. I want belief, I want support, I want respect, that is what I need. I am ready to face ME So I am leaving this room.
I am moving forward to find a new reality." words and painting copyright rhondabarberart