Lately I've been free falling off a cliff,
I've been beating myself up,
I hate this feeling of swaying in a motion
A mere passenger standing in a bus,
This iron mind slowly rusts
Voices when they whisper
'You there! You will never be good enough!'
Where do they come from?
Why do they torment my sanity?
I have been nothing but an obedient driver of life,
Yet when I'm picking up speed,
Often I'm stopped by the red lights.
I hate this,
Rather I detest it.
I do not want to dwell in this depth of hopelessness,
So much so I am lethargic most times,
Melancholy writing sandy lines,
Reality too thick it makes teary eyes blind.
Who am I to the world?
Who will I become?
Do I let these voices control my path in this?
Do I let these voices inject me with paralysis?
I hate this.
I hate these voices.
I need a door to open, I've been a captive for too long,
Long strides yes I took, but never reaching a point.
I want to end it all,
I NEED to silence these voices.
A heart can only take so much,
Only the brave can escape it's clutch.
I need this more than ever.
I need to find myself.
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