there is no
perfection

there is
trying and

learning
changing

to adapt
to truth

the reality
we all face

if we are
honest

with
ourselves

I feel like my stomach turned to mush
Like my throat is closing and I can't breathe
I hear ringing in my ears but I hardly hear anything except the voice in my head
Telling me things that frighten me to death
I'm trying to sleep but I can't because the only thing I am capable of doing is trying to stay alive

But it's hard

He stares at his reflection
a monster
he says
but is he really?

the more he stares
the more they win
like white noise ringing
through his head

the person he was,
simply gone
broken down
reduced to atoms

mouth taped down
but shouting louder than ever

lost in a limbo of truth
memories fade
seasons change

'man up'
speak up
reach out
your life's a joke
no point of feeling like this?
is he really a man!

I crush my dreams
Before reality can catch
Up.
I win the race
But always end up losing.