The Thought

Am i content with life
or am i just being ignorant
from facts i don't want to know

who am i to say
my life is worse
when others are going through tougher times
than i

I'm just lost from myself
still searching for reasons why
i deserve to breathe

but i love how
fireworks burst into oblivion
yet the colors remain black and white

its just so sentimental
with meaningful memories
behind each flash
yet they eventually fade away
into nothing
and nothing
is what i have become

if something, it is only of no importance
so insignificant, i go unnoticed
unrecognizable to the naked eye

but why
why must i travel through my mind
to find myself

was it because i was afraid
feared others so much
i locked my true self for so long

but if i were to find it
wouldn't it b best to just forget
forget the past that altered who Ive become
the person i am now

theres just so much i don't know
so much I'm afraid to learn
whether it be others or myself

but i guess
its always best
to avoid certain truths
for it may destroy you
from the inside out