An idle mind thrives
On forced optimism.
For every action incites a reaction
And I’m always waiting for a sign
That things will be okay.

All I want is
To know there’s a reason, that it’s all for naught.
The mind is a cruel place it
Creates constant acts of treason.

Seeking the truth through logic’s embrace.
I’ve never been above disgrace.
All I have are the ghosts
Of haunted memories;
The remnants of a life which once was.

I’m trying to pick up the pieces
I keep cutting my hands on the
Fragments of a broken past.
The hardest lesson to learn:
Can’t fix shattered glass.

The battlefield is a dangerous place,
Deep in the facets of my mind many landmines await.
I hold myself to an unfair standard,
Judging myself against a measure of others.