• ...I don't feel like myself
    trapped in this empty shell
    coexisting beside a soul
    unfamiliar and not my own.


    Taking in stride what life
    throws at me, this strife
    the problems, the heartache
    of what I lack, it's too late.

    On shameful days I fold in
    upon myself, embraced by sin
    keeping vigil, these lying eyes
    just don't understand the compromise
    of sacrifice and unconditional love
    for my heart being held above
    someone better than what I offer
    from me, myself, and I, there's no profit.

    Stifled tears that just don't fall
    though I ache, smiling through it all
    despite my pain, secretive; hidden;
    stored within, suffering unbidden.

    Can't, won't, should'a, could'a
    would'a- familiararity but I
    don't skip a beat, I stand on
    these two feet, still pretending
    it's never ending, a vicious cycle
    with no light at the end of the
    tunnel, and reversal to my progress,
    wait- I digress, a slow regression,
    my passion and my poison I consume
    sealed fate, destiny, my doom.