Snapped..
Sometimes why do people even have to try so hard to be what other people want?
Why can't they be themselves?
Have you ever asked, what or who do you live for?
We lived like what people want us to be..
But have we ever lived for ourselves?
Showing what people wanna see..
We often forget about who we really are..
Who we wanna be..

It's so cold..
The wind blows..
She walks through the cold wind alone..
The leaves rustled through..
Cold wind cuts her face..
She sees a tiny hut..
Walks in..
There was a fireplace..
Freezing, she was drawn to the flame..
She puts more wood in..
The blaze grew..
From her pocket, two freezing hands reached..
Feeling the warmth, she falls asleep..
Thankful to the flame in her dreams..
She hugged and danced with the glowing light..
Feeling grateful and lucky she met the light..