The Story So Far

In my rise and in my greatest fall.
I still choose to walk standing tall.
But enough of rhymes or punch lines.
I'm starting back from the day I died.
It didn't seem real but.. I had to face reality.
When it all went black I didn't know what wrong with me.
The minute I awoke.
My dad was in tears saying "I thought I lost you buddy are you okay?... Are you okay?'
I still remember to this day that I just stared at the clouds.
As if there was some being that was not allowing me the bitter end I was in.
I remained grateful... But for how long?
Years ongoing as a basis project of pain and brutal discomfort with a sweet hint of dead esteem.
I always seemed to have walked on with little emotion for it.
As if it didn't even move me.
I stayed strong as Superman but as mean and quiet and intellectual as Batman.
Some called me the unknown... The who is he..  What is he... The loner... The ghost...
No one will ever see the years of mental pain and struggle I've endured.
Some wonder why I haven't went insane yet.
That's a simple question with a simple answer.
What if I already did? What if I know something that allows me to keep walking?  Un phased.. Unbroken... Immovable...
When I understood... When I finally woke up...
I seen things only you can believe in fairy tales..
Or maybe fairy tales where everyone is happy a way our brain is telling us but we never listen...
We could have this...
We could have peace...
But change starts with you...
Change starts with me...
We are one..