Self improvement...

Trust no one n the fairytales will exist... Sounds like opposite intensions as it's a crock of shit... The walls built to protect is nothin more than fear holdin us in... Trapped n frightened of the torture again... Believin in the goofiness of they're all the same... Goin inwards away from the games... We only get to involved with self thinkin fuck it... Knowin damn well we'd enjoy a piece of mind as a gift... As to retract beneath what we allow is disturbin say the least... It only drags out time makin life feel loneliness' grief...