One day I won't feel like the odd man out
One day I won't care about how I fit into
The obscene puzzle workings of social standings
And mannerisms and expectations
One day I'll stand on my own two feet
Less concerned with the conceded out bringings of
Him her and them
One day the alcohol won't need to be a catalyst
For truth and wise ephiphonies
One day I'll be everything Ment to be
Want to be
Thought I'd be
And it will come like the first breath of the day
One day I'll know who I am
Who I wish I could be
One day the fears I fear will ease
One day that won't be such a substial part of me
But out of all the days I wait for that one day
Lies in wait the one day
That I won't be here at all
Xoxo
Scarlet
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