I tried to swallow my own advice,
bud ended up purging it out of my body
like somebody with a sever eating disorder.
I sat on the sidelines and watched myself fail.
Only because I could never follow the advice
that so easily rolled off my tongue.
I was envious of the people that followed
my "words of wisdom".
I knew I could never be like them,
and that frustrated me.
I was torn, and aware.
I was broken, shattered;
glued in the same spot I started
watching the world advance
right before my eyes.
It went around in circles,
Day and night,
all the same;
I was stuck.