An old poem from the darker days of high school. |
Today, there is not a thing I can see That I can truly proclaim to love about myself. Today, the mirror is my worst enemy As even my reflection glares back at me, Hating me for letting myself down. Today, I play the slightly conforming nonconformist As I try to “perfect” myself for society So strangers would want to give me a chance. Today, I feel like shit. Today, my friends have betrayed me. Today, my demons have overturn my quest and Regained control of my mountain That I have tried so hard to stay King. Today, my family is disappointed in me. Today, I am comfortably numb As I tumble downhill toward the jagged rocks Which are bound to eventually kill me. Today, no tears can escape from my eyes No matter how hard I try, No matter how much I need the release. Today, I have no energy to welcome My crimson visitor who can Comfort me like no other. Today, every song I hear Seems to have been written Just for me. Today, I want to sleep until tomorrow Hoping Tomorrow will be the Today I wanted and needed Yesterday. Today, God give me the strength And tranquility You know I need To finish Today. 07/05/04 |