Super Nova

In the black light of truth
nothing seems the same.
For some reason
that I don't understand
I always thought that I would
feel better
if I could look into myself.
Then everything would be groovy.

But the endless black bleakness of my soul
threw me off my feet.
I had been living in an image
of another person.
My true self was lying
broken and curled up on the floor.
It was unused, unwanted and unseen
by everyone, including me.

Completely ignorant of
my own problems
And had no idea
that I was falling apart inside.
Dying out of a disease
called popularity.

There was no tragic epic.
No big scheme from my parents
that one day I would be perfect.
The problem was that they
didn't have any scheme.
They didn't care
and I was on my own.

The ignorance of being your
own master
when you have so much to learn.

I had no idea
that everything that I was
wasn't me at all.