Fighting Embers

LOST

I can hear them,

Calling my name.

I can hear them,

But I can't see them,

Any of them.

Life is like a merry-go-round,

It gets harder,

Gets unbearable.

I chose to walk away,

Amidst the calls.

They say they know me,

They understand what I'm going through.

They threw religion in my face,

Told me to learn to be happy.

But what if I can't be?

They feel I'm losing my way,

But how can I lose,

What I never had?

I'm the prodigal son,

One that's never coming back home.

I've chosen my own path,

And even though you call me lost,

I have found my way.

Why can't you accept that?

Why do you always try to change me?

Cain McCarthy, The Lost Boy

Brianna's POV