How can I be better?
When the storm came and all I did was run away.
The rain hit and so did my fears.
I could no longer run from something that I had cause.
My light was no longer dim.
It had become my shadow that follows me dear.
It holds the door when I walk through.
It keeps me calm when red is all around.
Yet, I keep trying to run from all that it brings.
Time is almost up so I must keep going.
When will it be right time for me to just be better.
Is this all that I am worthy.
Misconception 