I’ am a sweet disaster, leaving my mark wherever I go. Turning heads with what people call a “Hot Mess”, drawing people in with a smile that lies, a laugh that cries, a kiss that bites, a soft touch that stings. My heart beats to the rhythm of my own pain. I inhale the world around me to only exhale a silent cry, a cry of being strong for too long. I watch the sunrise just to await its death so that I may greet the darkness that follows. The same darkness that reacquaints me with the loud silence of my past. Screaming every agonizingly painful, embarrassing, wicked memory in my head. Flashbacks communicating harmoniously with my tears. Failures hissing a lullaby while I drift into the blackness of my mind-only to wake up to see another sunrise. This is me and I’ am it.