It hits you,
Figuring out what is true,
Exactly what you need to do,
Managing time,
Money,
Resources,
Nothing new,
It is pretty much all humans do,
It hurts,
Realizing all that what you loved and got you excited were lies,
You're being irrational over those flies,
Just stop crying,
What is your problem?
There is nothing to worry about.
Wrong.
There are so many things,
To cry about,
To lie about,
To scream about,
We do what we must,
Even if we fall to strategically placed dust,
Lost little creatures,
Accepting tiny new features,
As excuses,
Mental truces,
Formed out of necessity,
Breaking promises to yourself,
Coming to terms with who you are,
Settling for a self provided star,
It might look weird,
That is nothing to be feared,
It makes me sane,
Even if it is in vain,
I try and do what I can,
To ignore the parts I hate about who I am,
That is how I live,
Or exist at the very least,
I am both beauty and the beast,
Two of my many sides,
Each one a different ride,
For specific times,
Some just for rhymes,
As though it reaches,
Or even teaches,
Trying to show what I learned,
Dealing with everything I yearned for,
Waiting for what is in store,
Wanting to disappear alone on a shore,
And at the same time wanting to be here,
Living in mild fear,
Over just about everything,
Most of all when voices ring,
Loudly and softly in the depths of my mind,
Wanting me to make the find,
Let it enter my thoughts,
Blurring it like too many shots,
Forget that though,
Remember to breathe,
Don't let anyone hear it,
Or you'll have more problems,
With even less to solve them with.