Living in an endless war
Feeling what I don't want to feel
Scars in my mind, shallow yet so alarming

The deeper, the steeper they are
The more time they need to heal
New ones bloom when the old ones are still calming

Searching for the open door
Weakness? Ignorance? Misplaced zeal?
There must be a reason why these feelings are swarming

Not like a green branch cut to be reborn
Nor like a tree stem forever forlorn
Between hope and despair I kneel
Illusive whispers around me humming

Too dark to discover beyond the imperfections
Too stuck and lost in so many questions
As my fake smiles conceal
A desperate loner screaming

Forgotten healed scars have stained my innocence
But also shielded me with resilience
Again, will I be turning the wheel
In the search for balance, will I be roaming
                                                                                                        ~Epic Monkey