I gaze at those around me with envy
Happy, successful without a care
Not hearing the private war
Within myself, the fight,

The walls rise up around me
Glass that I can see through
A transparent reflection looks back at me
Eyes deep blue and true
The

My inner struggle.

I have a little wicked devil,
perched on my right shoulder,
whispering to me.
He whispers evil.
He whispers

Forgotten to the World

This spirit's fire ebbs.
Determination weakens as
Apathy claims its reins,
Drawing horizons into
Melancholic

NO END IN SIGHT

When will the madness stop, I just want it to end;
I have been on life's roller coaster, as far back as I