Authenticity.
**** this.
This is who I am.
The words I write,
the speech I say;
this is me.

Walk this journey with me,
or not,
I don’t care.
This is real.
The “troubled artist”,
the “dark poet”,
the “pitiful addict”,
I’m all of it and
none of it.

Man up.
Stop letting fear take hold.
This voice you hear in your head is your own.
Listen to it, there’s wisdom there.
I’m sick of it, that’s right, I’m ******* sick of it.
Grow up, take a stand and be a man.

I talk to myself and these are the words inside my head.
Expression.
Thank God for it.
I scream and these words are inadequate.
Silence is golden.
So sick of clichés. I want something new.
Ok, I’ll be quiet now. I know it’ll be alright.
It’s ok. It’ll be alright.