anxiousMature

Standing on the edge of perfection and defeat

My heart full of shame, afraid to even cry

The routine so familiar, the mask so worn

I long to be free- I long to fly

 

There’s a shaking within me that screams “Give up!”

The darkness renders me cold

My bitter tears sting my face

It’s so hard for me to be bold

 

I search for freedom, but I’m brought down low

I dig my grave, my heart like stone

My persistence to keep fighting this war

Pierces through each and every bone

 

My skin, though thin, reveals each truth

My brittle bones scrape my frame

I’m forever lost in this apocalypse

Of furry, rage, and those who blame