Trapped in your own way

A grassy texture. Its all I felt in the undertale. As a person like me finds a path to light. All I see is night, but tho I struggle I keep myself up for I think Im enough. As i go deeper to find a way. I think and think of what dismay. What it bad. Was it good. I'll never know because it was a dream. A game that played tricks on me. When I struggled and wiggled to get out of that place. It was just all the past trauma that happened to me, but as I say you keep getting up you will always be enough. See you another day.