A poetic speech.
A conspicuous outplay.
Why oh why, do I let
The scars hide inside?

These memories which lay before me,
Grant surrender to the torcherous
Force of thoughts stampeding through my mind.

Questions arise in times of dark skies,
While the sorcery which has ingrained
My personality spreads like wildfire.

With arms wide open,
I invite remembrance of the truth.

I bask in horror
And forget pleasantries.
I've banished my heart
And removed intimacy.

I've embraced the fact
That I've convinced myself
To enjoy the push of wrought vengeance
Directed towards the decrepit foundation of my existence,
All the while being too fearful
To follow through with the pull
Of positive and constructive actions
Towards a dream in which I blend with the day.

I contend with my own weighted soul
And offer no resistance
As I gently fall infinitely deeper
Into an abyss of forgetfulness.

I want to be somebody,
But I don't know who to be.