As the tendrils grasp and snare I feel myself dragged down.Into the slumbering mist of dream roams my mind and soul. Oh the importance of sleep, I feel a song coming on, we shall see tomorrow.

If at times it seems as though no one will hear the truth or understand you, remember, you know the truth. Their bias is their own. Choose yourself over those that would bring you down or sow seeds against you. Be kind to yourself, eventually you will surround yourself with others who are kind also.