A/N - Wardol. A warrior and idol.Seeing the glitz and glamour, we are blind to what we what their story beneath. Struggling from the teens till adulthood, yet answering the fans with love and patience. Sometimes they are where they wish to be, but most times they loose insight and the love for what they came for is that lost in the journey.

Strong enough?
Am I 
Not as I desired to be I  guess.
Broken, shattered I lay,
as the frenzied thy the swift rays
I can't
I cant
Anymore
I said.
Sobbing thy jaded doors
I still stayed

I look up, try to hold above again
Bearing, Stringing
Through all my dethroned forms
To What's left to me.
Devastated maybe were thou.
For you thought I could.
As I thought I could too.

My face says every pain.
Yet it a can't be looked through to seek,
I ask my identity overtimes.
I wish turn back the reality.
Over the times.
Of where could I be.
And what could I be?

I guess I was not lucky enough
Lucky?
Can I be?
I'm not trying hard enough I guess
No,Not even a bit. As they seek.
The more I try. The more I know thy.
I know where I am really inclined
Where I am meant to be.

It calls my soul through.
It screeches me through.
My desires to run away.
And be someone whom I wanted to.
Maybe one day.
One day I could be.
I could be me.

At times I didn't know who I was
What I wanted to become.
A star, or a lost in the thousand ones.
I was the latter tho
But the sting urges as if
my soul wanted if someone else to see beneath.
When will I have enough?
When will I be ever enough?
Can I be there?
The star of the north. As I want to be.

I wanted to be free.
But could I compromise the heights I turn to see.
I know I am not me.
Or Nowhere could I near I seek.
Or Even Where am I supposed to be?

I am born wrong, am I?
Then why years I spent to seek what ain't me.
Can I ever Be? What I sought to see.
They say it's a fairytale. That no one has ever seen.
Is it true?
Or maybe I could make it something to be.
would I be the one who all would seek to be.
Can I be?
Be able to write
My own story.

I don't know.
Maybe I not now.
But shall the time come
I could accept myself What I am actually?
And be whatever I am supposed to be.
And they could all see.

A/N - As I said who guesses  who was writing  the "letter to oblivion" would get to decide the theme of next poetry. axxgray told me write on warriors. So, I wrote something modern yet the wars an artist fights to glitz we see along.