Breathe.

Who is really there.
When the lights dim.
I don’t trust easily.
I bet It’s easier to see me cry,  then to see me give up.
I keep silent and just look out.
I see too much crooked smiles.
I turn my face in discontent.
I’m not content with foolishness.
I don’t accept to live with what I didn’t set out to find.
Too much times I put myself last.
A few steps from where I needed to be.
I wasn’t at my best.
But I know.
I can be a better me.
There’s always a chance to be the best.
With my last breathe I’m going to live.

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