The doubt that grows from within,
What makes me question myself,
Flaws and insecurities, those who leave without a word,
Pain that dwells deep within,
Scouring these lands for the sword,
I do not even know where to begin,
Finding myself to be less than nothing,
I watch myself crumbling,
Living in a house glass,
Yet all I see are mirrors,
The loneliness, concussive blows to the mental realm,
I recall my younger self,
The boy I used to know myself as is no more,
To have a soul of the old in the mind and body of the young,
How much longer can it be contained?
I do not know,
Staring into the night without another thought,
Overcome by numbness,
Stalked by darkness,
I can only feel helpless,
So I wait for what is to come.
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