I dismiss others' distress yet withhold my own depress,
Tell another to succeed as I myself don't feel the need,
Disclose to want happiness when I can't find my own,
And the only closest person I have I take for granted and dezone,

Yell to them to shut their mouths as mine bellows out loud,
Discriminate to listen to me when I instinctively ignore everybody,
And if this isn't the only time I feel incredibly low,
Then I hope someone out there will find the strength to let me know,

Change is a must and very needed if I am to change at all,
Yet somehow I'll stay the same and stand as resilient as a wall,

The funny thing of life is when clarity rears its sneaky head,
But we won't know what we've had at all until we're old or probably
dead.

-Mathiaus


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Aequitas, in the year 599 AD.