For The Better

Swimming in fear.
Is no longer a metaphor.
Well it isnt now.
But it was just before...

All around me were strangers.
All were frowning.
All were dangerous.
Fallen boundaries brought in all the anger.
It still rages through me.
Such bitter flavour.

Probably for the better.
Im still here and im still willing to trust.
Mistakes are made.
Like my flame that I lit up.
Maybe that was a mistake.
Because of this shiver.
Ice still runs through me.
Why shine sun when im living in winter.