My mind searches for the definition of who I have become. Remembering a past full of pain, losing everything I had won. Even then, belief was unflinching of not caring about life, or death. Under the influence of many, pathway sails were set. I think about the darkest days when sitting on my bed. Solid as concrete, is the vault holding what I\'ve learned, unable to forget. I am affected by anything that comes in contact, or seen with eyes. Energy consumes the atmosphere, saturating into my heart, pulsing plus its size. I try very hard not to absorb what can only be deeply felt. Exposing myself in the open of an endless game, honesty is being dealt. As I type these words, tears roll with the rhymes. It\'s not depression, or sadness, I was made in a unique design. Difficult to push hope into the ears of unwanted love. Wishing I could share the invisible entity that possesses life within my blood. A smile appears on my face slowly as if it feels like home. I want to help others get through life without feeling alone.