Final Mascarade

You turned into someone else that I don't know, so I talk to myself feeling weird but knowing that it helps me from going crazy. Maybe I'm already crazy. Only I can figure that out. I worry about you and have to say goodbye, packing it up, and disappearing. You better have some place to go because you can't come running back to me. I am finally forgetting about you and it makes you so mad that I'm moving on and am finally having fun without you. Goodbye.

All the times you come running back to me, I would do anything you wanted, cook for you, clean for you, and care for you. I am gone now and you will never get that back from me. Goodbye.

When the money ran low, you started running the streets to get your fix, all the meanwhile when I was siting at home, cup of coffee in my hand and yours across from me. You never thought twice about your actions. You never thought period about anything. You put me in a dirt hole that I was surviving to get out of. There was little air but I managed to continue to breath.

You walked on that dirt pile and fell in and crushed me. I've been searching for the courage to grab the shovel and dig myself out and open my eyes. When I did, I closed my fist and gave it my all. I never belonged in your circus. I will not surrender for better or worse. My armor broke and I tried to piece it back together. It lay on the ground along with me. I gained the courage to scrounge all the broken pieces and make my armor stronger than ever.

I kept dragging my battle wounds with me. All along, I thought the world was out to get me but now I realize I am not the center of the universe, but you kept circling me like I was. I told myself if I would let go I would be fine. I drove myself crazy, thinking everything was about me. It was so much more than I could handle.

All the times when we thought we had the world under our belts, that things seemed perfect, but only for a moment in time. That the world was on our side and things were bliss. That you were on my side and things were bliss. We came to realize nothing in this world is perfect, or maybe it was only me that came to that realization.

We have to fight for what we want in life and keep fighting for the things we have. My battle finally came to an end and the fight was over. MY fight was over. You don't know yourself until you realize that what you want in life isn't what you have. Only then can you start to form the rest of your life alone without your other half and things are forming better than you ever imagined.

You start, you create the foundation, and sculpt the rest of your life around and on top of that foundation. Sometimes, we build and form many, many foundations and sculptures before we are satisfied with the end result. There is no longer warfare between what you want and what you think is right. You are no longer stuck between who you are, who you want to be, and who you should be. You have the world in your hands now.

All the decisions you have ever had to question, you no longer need to because you know what you are doing is the right thing. You no longer have to worry about being circled or fallen on or have to pick up the pieces that broke during your battle. You carry your armor with pride and you are a warrior. This is your final mascarade.