Brighten

By someone else, distant and unaware
I know what goes around
In the sea where I drown
Me and only myself
My head is the pen
And my skin is the paper
Writing with my actions
As ink on a blank white page
To be aware and to realize
I’m not filling my years up inside a cage
I am the writer who writes a future much brighter
I am the utopian
Truth is buried and far
We are all wasting our beautiful youth
Missing out the brightness hidden inside of us
How could we ever expect to realize ourselves?
The pain has left nothing but steam
That covers my eyes up
Keeping me from seeing the truth
Deaf and blind
I hold myself tight to my inspiration
That guides me through the ruins of my conscience
Despising myself because I sing of disgrace
To not get lost
I’ll follow you, as a moth follows the light
I’ll get burnt