If only you could see
inside my mind. The chaos
and destruction needs
no introduction. There is
a battlefield in-between
my ears. I see things
that others don’t. The voice
in my head doesn’t always
say nice things – things that
cut my wings. It’s hard
to tell what’s real. All I know
is that I still feel. I feel pain,
joy, regret, pride, anxiety,
and uncertainty. It’s difficult
to ascertain why the flame
in my soul burns so bright.
There’s a beast inside me
that is hard to tame. Do
you know my story
or my name? Is life
some sort of sick game?
If so, I refuse to keep score.
Memories come and go
just how the river flows.
My reality may be distorted,
but I am not the only one.
I turn the page, as my story
has just begun. No need to
run from myself. I must face
the truth: my truth. I wish
life could go back to
the way things were. Now,
I’m not so sure. Which would
be worse: to live as a monster,
or die as a good man?
The answer lies inside
my mind. I will find out;
it’s a matter of time.


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