My mind, tick tick tock
On the clock
Wasting time through minutes
After minutes becoming hours
We devour the empty hope
Where we thrive in uncertainty
Perfectly, waiting for change
To rearrange
The hope that we had had
Once inspired, it fired
The soul that lay within
To grin, smile, for a little while
Without denial
Allowing ourselves to be free

Reprehensible actions bear no weight.
As consequences are nonexistent in a world lost from reality,
only exacerbating circumstances of manic misfortune.

Emotion burgeons with each passing day,
becoming indolent through exhaustion.
Calling for help imperatively,
but not being heard through a cloud so thick.

Phlegmatic actions causing apprehension to an explosive bomb full of consideration.
Being caught off guard,
and intimidated,
by priggish self.

Adulate the figure above,
allowing for hope and grandiosity to take hold.
In a mind so broken, it must crack to be restored.

"Help." I cry to closed ears.
Why can't I be enough?
Actions proving true intention.
What is wrong with me?

Thoughtless whispers fill the night,
By those too scared to speak up.
Those unknowing of the fight it takes,
Who roll over and take the beating of life.