Wild thoughts and wild dreams, constantly a battle from within me. Light and dark both in my heart, trying to fight for the higher place making for a cramped space. They say I'm no good and that I'm unwell. I simply smile and tell them it's all going to be okay. One day I'll wake up and it'll all be replaced. The sad past, the painful present and lead up to a glorious future. They tell me that I'm just being silly, but they don't really know me. How could they? This world is all a mess of make believe. Do I even really know me?
