Bare

Reflections may deceive me, but I know what must be real,

The words in my head,

My heart, these words that pour into my atmosphere,

Remind me that I am not yet dead,

I have more to fight for,

Become,

This I must,

Complete.

This journey that they call life,

This is my chance,

I will follow my guide,

Whether I trust them or not, I must make a stand,

They constantly tell me that I must be wrong,

But I will prove them that I'm the only one out of us that is right,

As I'm not all wrong, parts of me are still strong,

And the rest that isn't has only been weakened by life.

Which I know must be real,

As I breathe this air,

Life is what has to be true,

But it doesn't always seem fair.

That's how I know it is real...