I am flawed. I’m not perfect. I have vices. I tend to think too much about things. Time is not my friend, it’s a vindictive ex-lover. I used to be the guy that everyone talked about,good or bad, but bad press is better than no press. I’m lost; trapped in my on mind. Sleep is a luxury at night. I’m frightened of being alone; I yearn for that special interaction that two souls share; that we share. I used to be mysterious; no one could truly figure me out, and that was a quality I use to pride myself on. I had these dreams, these future aspirations; somehow they fell by the wayside. I blame only myself, but now I’m crippled with fear and a certainty that I will fail. I used to place my trust in everyone, now I barely trust anyone. In my mind, the world is out to get me; a snake that goads me into biting into that apple, only to be injected with venom for which there is no cure. Change is something I used to look forward to, but now it comes to me like a bad dream; why can’t i wake up?
I can turn things around. I can fight off these demons. I am bigger than this. I’m a great friend, boyfriend, son, and brother. My time isn’t up just yet. There’s still a few tricks left in this old bag of mine. I can do better in this life; I can be better in this life. I want you to look at me like you used to, with that fire in your eyes; I know it hasn’t burned out yet. This isn’t the end. This story isn’t over; It’s only getting started. I know it can have a happy ending; and ending that puts all other fairy tales to shame. I’m not sinking anymore; I’m coming up for air now. Don’t give up on me. Don’t count me out just yet. I can be great; I will be great. I’m not a prize fighter; I’m the underdog that will fight,scratch, and claw to get back on my feet before the 10 count. The bell has rung; my hand is being raised. We’ve already won. I’m waking up now.