Matter of Time.

Taking the rounded object.
Going down my hair.
As steam goes off in the air.
Putting another face on.
Getting ready as I look in the mirror.

But the people around me.
I feel like....like I am an outcast.
I don't know them.
And they say I would never succeed.
The actual words are 'I'm worthless.'

What do you know about me?
How can you judge me?
I don't want to know them.
In the last 26 years.
I still don't know how.

Don't push me into things.
It would push me away from you.
It makes me want to cry.
And sleep.
And never wake up.

This world is cruel.
People are cruel.
No one is a hero.
No one is a saint.
And no one is an angel.

There are demons around us.
There is evil and bad.
No one is going to help.
Only yourself can help you.
It's only a matter of time.