Another day I have awoken with a breath.
Another day I wish that would not be.
Trying to see the light, but I keep getting surrounded by the shadows.
Asking why are you keeping me?
Why can I not go to the land where my people are free?
Not hearing the answer that I want but hearing the answer that people think I need.
This is not my just because this is not a celebration.
This is years of heartache and pain.
Years of not living a life.
Years of worrying about the cause and effect from others.
To taking the pain you store to yourself.
My heart can no longer break.
I shattered it years ago a day I came to be.
Now it is no more and soon so will I.
Misconception 