The struggle of life: to be you are,
To those we aspire they always inspire
Us to see ourselves for who we are -
We are actions not dreams.
My shot at integrity turns towards self-pity,
authenticity turns to pleasantry, and off goes identity,
I race to find who I am, the hope of a hidden gem,
Digging through coal, I know where hopes may stem,
Yet in dirt I am, and to dirt I still return,
Why do I never seem to learn?

Fear. It holds me from those I hold dear,
It leads me to anger, it leads me to hate
Of myself - I demand change yet I wait,
My dreams to reality, if I could only seize fate.
Day and night I obsess and I stress and I strategize,
But the new day brings new fears to antagonize,
And every day my vain jealousy swells,
Of their perfect little lives, they do so much so well,
Then the thought comes with fear and with doubt,
Maybe they aren’t just a cardboard cutout.

They are like me, full of doubt and fear,
Where am I supposed to go from here?