up all night

i've been blocked by this distraction that doesn't want to focus on what's right. call me something i can't spell. anything, i'm ready. i'll interpret it in something beautiful. it's my tweek of life. i can take the insults. i can't take your comments because like i said before, beauty is in what i make of it. it's a layer beneathe judgement. deep in to the core that makes me cry. i've tried to reason with your mistakes but i still want my answers. through this spiritual guidance, i step aside which is mine, which i can agree on, whom i can judge and accept. where i am, who i could, what i should...it's natural. it's me. it's regrets. i can't deny it. how can i? struggle is company.