Real self

My poor and sad
Thirst for life
Turns out to be my real
Ruin and misery.
Seeing a dying sun
Hiding behind blurred mountains,
Thinking of all my
Faults and regrets,
Painting dark moods
Inside my soul,
Yelling against pure,
Crystal skies,
Fighting losing fights,
Appealing to dead feelings,
Going through black paths
Which always seem
To lead me to nowhere,
I find my real self at last.