Caught running in circles, Life in motion and emotions in full swing,

I am all but conscious, my mind wanders and I drift into distance thoughts.

This trapeze act is starting to look more like a stalemate I’m ready to go home,

Sorry for my over reaction, I believe I’ve become another victim of the cold.

 I am tainted but not unlikely to rebound, Have a little faith,

At this rate the bridge will crumble but I’ll swim till I reach the shore.

First glance and I’m this incredible portrait of that person you’d like to meet,

I’ll laugh along with you only for a short while, If only you knew the complications of living my life.

 My plate is never half empty, and my to-do list is always full,

My mental capacity is overloaded and I’m running out of fuel.

I get my moments where I pretend I am someone else for just an instance,

Then I imagine that I fade into nothing, Man this visionary mind is so kind yet so cruel.

 I spend some days loathing those of us who make it so easy to pick and choose,

Forgetting my accomplishments because now days everything is so easy to lose.

The moments of self destruction, I have ten million ways to push you out of the portrait,

Why should some of these people have it so easy, When I’ve struggled every day of my life?

 I could be so envious, but I find other way to vent and try to accept your views,

But I’ll be damned if your going to tell me how to live my life, The choice is mine no-one ever left it up to you.

I seem like I could definitely be the jester, Make u giggle make you laugh,

Have you ever known what its like to be the destroyer? Once i devour your soul you’ll never get it back.

 Bestowed upon me by forces beyond your wildest imagination,

I am a creation of neither the heavens or the depths of the darkest hell.

I am the void that fills your heart once it’s been torn into pieces,

I am the silent cry for existence, when the rest of this world around you has failed.

I am the messiah; broken faith has led you astray off your path and straight to me,

Looking at me like I have the answers to your ailments, I spread throughout you more like that slow killing disease.

I am the infection, Carnivorous and ready to consume your flesh,

I am that silence when the smoke finally settles, Sick and subtle like sudden death.

I am that breath you can’t seem to release,

You know like that feeling when your heart jumps from your chest and suffocates your throat.

I am that funny joke that you just never got to share with all your comrades,

I am that one forgotten secret, the one everyone now knows because your so called friend has told.

 I am that panic you feel when waking from a nightmare,

I am that itchy feeling in the back of your throat when you try to scream and have no voice.

I am the poison, Sweet to the taste but my lips carry a curse which kills,

I am that thin line between what’s real and what imagined, the fine line between this life you kill.

 I am the manic and the physical inability to manipulate the world to the ways you’d like,

I am that glass house your mother told you not to throw stones at, Should have listened now watch me break.

I am the forgotten, Pay me no mind I look almost lifeless in the dark,

White chalk outlines and yellow tape cover up your masterpiece; Photographs show signs of a shattered heart.