Always in the background
never gaining a second glance
people do what they think is required of them
but I never get the chance

I see you in the reflection
of the person you wish I could be
I honestly don't think I have
the ability to change

The Strength in me has waned
to the point it physically hurts to smile
knowing that around the corner...
wishing I could fall into the endless black

to relieve the stress I always seem to manage
on everyone else, to leave their lives
they would grieve, for a little while
but I could be a part of something... else.

time is endless
all powerful
yet completely relative
I can recognize the hate in myself
I see the choices lay out before me
I am almost the person of my worst nightmares
and am entirely clueless about how to get back
when I am hanging of the edge with one finger
attached to a very thin fraying thread...