I find beauty no longer,
in status and in wealth
because what could be more beautiful than life itself?

on the inside I'm hidden,
trying to block others out
calm on the surface while my insides shout

past dreams, they surround me,
written on my walls
but do I have the will to guide myself, or will I simply fall

"I'll start tomorrow"
that is my catch phrase.
yet since I've actually dreamt, it has been days.