I stand powerless,
Legs barely holding up,
The weight of my body.
Sweat drips,
Drenches my shirt.
Face beet red,
Panting uncontrollably.
Flushed,
Sweltering heat rising,
Black dots,
Pigment my view.
A solar eclipse,
Happening right,
In my eyes.
I squint,
At said finish line,
I don't see it.
Is there one?
Press on,
They say,
Never give up,
Push beyond your limits.
Why?
What are my limits?
I'm foreign to myself,
Lost my identity,
Finding comfort in,
Shifting personalities,
Viewpoints,
A real life chameleon.
An array of masks,
To shield my dark hole,
Of a face,
A void,
Non-existent.
Confused,
Where do I go?
My path has crumbled,
Bits and pieces,
Cobweb cracks,
Powdery tar,
Pointless to continue anyways.
It burns,
When the chemicals,
From my own heart,
Touches my bare flesh.
Why am I,
Hurting myself?
The clock strikes 12,
New day new beginning,
I had not seen,
The end of yesterday.
A living paradox,
Full of contradictions,
Greatly flawed.
Flaking off,
The wall of people,
I'm merely a discarded,
Piece of paint,
The piece,
Stained with dirt.
Black sheep of the family,
Bringing disgrace,
Breaking the perfect,
Reputation we've maintained,
Tarnished,
My wonder work of art,
They all appreciate,
My talent.
Crack,
I've reached my breaking point,
My bones shatter,
And so does the glass pane,
Holding my sanity.
Tread over it.
