What am I fighting for? What will all this pain bring? The struggle is never ending and I'm trapped in a circle of doom. A cage that is so small I can barely breath and you're standing outside taunting me with the key. The key to my freedom. To my life. Why do I allow you to run my emotions? To control me and mold me into what you feel is perfection? How is it that I can't just be enough the way I am? Or more then enough? The possibility of being more then enough for someone some day gives me hope! Gives me hope of a life of freedom ... A life that I'm in control of!
One day ... One day all I'll ever have to be is just me ... And the love will be never ending.
