Broken

Yes, I might be broken. In the same way I was before. All the pain and anxiety back in place where they were before. Just one dream. That one dream you wished you would never have again. One story my mind made out of thoughts that returned. A bad self-image. People looking down on me. I thought that about now I would have had enough walls build up to avoid these demons from invading my thought pattern. I take much pleasure in being alone. Mostly because I don’t want to be reminded. Most of these things I think about myself are not true. But I’m afraid I will make them true as I am interfered with thoughts like this. I have avoided contact for so long. This was normal for me. So, now, as I am in this world, I am just beginning my journey. Not everybody begins to be aware on the same age. I’ve met people wiser then me only having half my age. But at the same time, I have seen those who are not. I feel the light coming back as I am writing. Though this took me more than 30 minutes to write and it doesn’t come easy today, I gave another angel a place to stay in the back of my mind and she can come along.