insomnia

<-- Nah, I'm good. This enlightenment thing is pretty filling if I do say so myself.

My life is a tragic poem.
I sorta think everyone's is.
After all that's happened,
I think I've finally been able to find myself.
Under all these layers

And you know what?
I kinda like the way I am.
But

I need to change some things.
No more lies.
I won't lie to anyone

about my feelings.
Unless they don't deserve
my honesty.
One person in the world

right now

really deserves

my honesty, I mean.
And I'm sure

they won't like it

once they hear it.