Hakuna Matata

Timon always taught me it means no worries.
Lately, though, it feels I have nothing but...
I feel as if I've lost...
the respect of many,
friends' trust,
loved ones,
and belief in myself.

Belief.
A monstrous factor nowadays.
Sometimes, I don't believe what I hear.
I'm over-thinking even what I don't hear.
I know what I always tell them,
"Optimism...Laughter...Smile..."
It's become apparent I refuse to take my own medicine.
Why? I don't know.

...such has been my answer for many:
"I don't know."
How am I?
How are they?
Can I help?
What are you thinking?
It's all the same...
it always brings me down to think up answers.
Thinking the worst seems much easier now...

~Break in tradition~
Hold the phone,
I don't want this poem to bring sorrow...
not to you,
not to me,
not to your brother reading over your shoulder.
I want it for myself to read;
I want to remind myself
that even though I'm down,
the world may as well hate me,
I may hate myself,
whether or not I believe anything anymore...
this poem is here to remind me
that I've learned and gained a lot from these past events.
If anything, I must realize that I am a better person.

I'm writing for my own gain,
not yours,
whether you get anything out of it or not.
Whether it's true that I'm hated,
whether or not I believe,
whether or not it's possible that I lose every friend I have...
I know that I was put on this Earth for a reason.
I know that there's someone somewhere
beyond human senses
who truly loves me.
I may never know who this being is;
maybe human, maybe mythical creature,
he or she is out there always keeping an eye on me.
He or she is making sure nothing happens to me;
making sure I keep my head,
keep my peace,
and keep my priorities.
Without which,
Hakuna Matata
would have never had such an impact on me.
Me. Hakuna Matata.