I was once “nice”

I was changed by the illusions of life

the production of strife

complicated with stress

only to become a mess

the conclusion that life isn’t as beautiful as it seems

changed me

I changed my name

To understand the game

In the process

I lost myself

it was a contest to me

I could only see

as far as my pride did

it, was about right now

no patience

no time

only accept or decline

my mind, was lost opened up and being overwhelmed with everything I never dealt with the pain that I slept with and they tried to help but how could that be if I couldn’t help my self

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