Apparently I'm an anxious anomaly

full of misplaced agony;

I hear "suck it up or you'll never survive"

from those who think they know best

and yet, they don't know me;

buried beneath these feelings

intense and burning

threatening to eat me alive

is a lust for life

and I want to find it,

let it lead me on the road to somewhere

better than here, this war-torn hellhole

broken from the monstrous kaiju

rising from the sea.

And when my broken heart repairs

like a pot of gold made of mosaic tiles,

when my soul slithers back into my body

to make one whole entity,

the world will become my oyster again

but only if I'm driven

by a supernatural force

too strong to oppose

into the right direction.