The walls have been stripped down.
There is nothing left to show.
I have fallen, collapsed, lying on the ground.
There is no more stamina left to go.
I'm not hiding my feelings,
Or putting up a front.
I have no need for healing,
But is almost the end of this month.
I am a flickering flame,
About to be blown out.
Up until this time, my heat could not be contained.
I'm still not sure what this is all about. 
The fun, happy person
Isn't who I am anymore.
And yet I'm still getting all this attention,
Although my personality has hit the cutting room floor.
I know things will keep on changing,
But I cant let any of it phase me.
I must stay strong and carry on
Before it's too late and all of this is gone.
So maybe things wont always be perfect.
And the might not turn out right.
But I know that I am here with a purpose
And that is good enough for me tonight.