Be a good poet the person within

So much different and yet so much the same, the person within.

Another day has gone, my mind keeps holding on. I can't see an end to this pain, pain which you caused and whats worse my eyes are a burden you see through.

Must cuts be on the surface when I have vivid lines on the heart? Must I fall into slavery or risk to fit into set standards of madness when sanity is objective?

I, try to be fly at the time you leave, I, look alive, reach for the moon and hope for its gaze to help me forget the pain. Sometimes I wish I wasn't shy but maybe that's a lie, a lie I'd like to embrace. You wait from the depth of my soul like a predator waiting for its foe so you can pounce on my confidence cause you're the person within.

Reality check! You made me a coward, one that's scared of his inhibitions but in the end I'm stronger than the devils that try to drive me to the brink of madness. You're just one of them.

Someday the voices in my head will stop pushing me endlessly. Until that day, I cry and cry and wipe my tears away.