tangled

                                  Tangled 

Tangled in dark, running from by own existence.

What am I suppose to do with my messed up life?

Should I try to untangle myself and unlatch the gate of darkness

Or should I just wait for life to unveil the secrets,

Because who knows maybe I am under a unlit sky 

and in any time the lustrous moon is going to appear

And the shambolic nature I have is who I am, quirky and enchantress.

But they'll take time to embrace me the way I am, Tangled.