The Problem.

Time and time again I find,

The world is not to blame,

Most of the times my tears fall out,

I have caused the pain.

The problem is not the world,

The problem is not them,

The problem is me myself and how

I am enclosed in my den.

I'm not ashamed to admit that

I have made mistakes,

I'm not afraid to admit that

I was on the verge to break.

But I realize now that this beating heart,

Beats in me for a reason,

And the pain I inflict on myself,

Is nothing less than treason.

So here I am, I may have lost,

But that's just so much more to gain,

I know now how to conquer now,

How to run away from this pain.