Nighttime Revelations

As I come into the age of majority The world becomes both lucid and murky In the recesses of my mind. I am faced with a crippling melancholy that no amount of serotonin could Ever counteract. Not that those around me will ever realize it Of course. In my younger years everything Was easy. My thoughts, dreams, And desires were easily dictated And understood. But I've seemingly reached A stage in my life where My beliefs come to a Crossroads with that Of those around me. I am surrounded by People who cannot Accept who I have become, Wishing to entrench themselves In memories of the past In lieu of facing the present. No support, No encouragement, I find solace in the Relative safety Of self expression Within the arts. In my younger years, My life had a clear direction. I had a predetermined route, Facilitated by support and confidence. And now, I have neither, The fates have turned on me Leading me to question the existence of This so-called god. With that came The clarity of my reality. As if rose tinted glasses Had been viciously flying From my face, forcing Aletheia upon me. In my majority, Realizations come As the moon rises Upon the horizon. It is often unsettling, but the sensation shall soon grow Numb.