Trap in a world that does not want me.
Living a lie that I only told myself.
Trying to escape the chaos that I made.
Not knowing where to turn or where to go.
Hope is hanging on the edge and begging to be push off.
Hearing the yes but longing for the nos.
Just wanting to be happy which is not what it seems.
Life is hitting at all ends, and the gun is loading with bullets you gave.
People say just take your time, but when is it time to be free.
Nothing is real in this book of life
This is only the third chapter in a book that only has three.
Misconception 