Can't stay strong
Just a random poem I wrote a couple days ago.
I've drained the ink from every single pen
desperate to find some relief, some inner zen.
Convinced that it's all just in my head
I'll shove it deep down and hide by going to bed.
Is there no end anywhere in sight?
I'm to weak to keep putting up a fight.
All I've gained I've thrown away,
like a fallen angel lost and astray.
The mask I wear is cracked and paper thin,
offering less protection then my frail skin.
I've hid myself away for oh-so long,
I forgot who I am and how to stay strong.