Chosen Paths

There are many paths to choose in this physical life. My heart and soul are taking a new path as I have allowed this new freedom. The doors that have closed and those that have been ajar have lost an appeal. Maybe a break is due from these wretched sins! A sense of loneliness, despairity linger within. An angry little girl watching the world around her begging for her own happiness. Fear, rather irrational, cause quite thet concern amongst the whispering public. I seem to have failed at social emotionalism quite long ago. Social isolation has created frankenstein in lamb's clothing. I no longer seem to care nor act as if so when I am in public. Horror as it is has been quite disturbing to my soul. This bears me somewhat toward obscure paths for my dark nature. The paths that I am walking may lead to happiness. I presume, rather assume, that is will. History has shown that many new paths have not. Some of which were my fault, some others. May the journey take me to new places . . . peace be with you!