I feel so lost.
Like nothing matters but finding my way.

But my way has been concealed.
Taken from me.

Its like I have become blind,
Everyway has gone into hiding.

So which way do I take?

You claim to be second best.

What happened to first?
I don't see anyone there.

Unless you wish to stay second,
That works to,
But he will always be right after you.

Saying you're behind him,
Is like saying that the tortoise came after the hare.

Either way you win,
Because you're in first place.

It's not going to change.

Breathing heavy,
Heartbeat quickening.

Panic attack beginning.

Memories being triggered,
By random actions.

Touching my shoulders,
Or even my back,
Makes me begin to strain.

Us poets,
We feel before we speak.

We think before we act.

And we taste each word,
Before putting it onto our paper.

Emptiness,
It just leaves more room,
For happiness.

So open your crystal heart,
The happiness will seep in.