So before I begin this was a thought that came to me, while I was sitting with my team nothing too serious though but in every rubbish, there is a bit of sense, so here I go… in a dark room
In a dark room
I’m always in a room filled with people but still nobody can see me, it’s not like I’m invisible but I find it hard to communicate with the people around me, It always feels better when I’m in a dark room because things seem to make sense when I’m alone. But then again, I was born into a family for a reason I really don’t understand, but like J.Cole would say “we’re on this earth to write a story we know nothing about”. OK I’m not sure he said that but I’ve heard that before somewhere, my life is filled with questions I mean its every bodies cross, I try to hid my emotions in poetry and rap but still my world is still in a dark room.
Reminiscing on a couple of years back, my aunty always asked me “was it always this way?” which made me wonder, honestly I remember the happy times, Like my dad teaching me how to ride a bicycle. I once saw a picture of my dad carrying me I was laughing and honestly I’m sure I was happy. But now the question now is where did that happiness go? Good times I had feeling like they never existed, was I born into this darkness or is this something I created?
Random Note
Depression isn’t a nice feeling but I just can’t help it, I’ve practiced how to smile in front of a mirror and it almost feels like I’m getting good at it, but oh well “fake it till you make it” that’s what they say right? Don’t get me wrong I’m happy sometimes, most times even , like when I’m around Bukky I have no reason to frown I mean she makes everything funny, she’s no clown though and oh my team , I’ve learned a lot from them first of all I learned that there can be a dim light in a dark room… peace out….
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