The Man Above The Boy Within

Hercules

I'm tough,
More than I want to be,
Less than I act it out,
Clearly I'm not tough enough for this battle,
It finds me in the darkest nights,
And makes me feel so broke inside,
Against the razor I will fight,
But the darkness in my soul presides,
A fallow heel to my spirit.

Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears,
Probably once in a while,
So we can see life with a clearer view,
But why are my eyes bloodshot red?
Why are my tears incessant?
Why the constant hypophrenia?
Why am I always dancing in the dark?
Dancing in a pale moonlight,
I hear my thoughts,
I hear myself.

I seem strong but I break,
There's a reason why I keep it all inside,
For inside I am already gone,
The corpse of who I used to be,
What I have become is only a pawn,
One everyone sees,
And at daybreak my pain disappears like magic,
Leaving anxiety in charge,
A battle with my fears in march.

I'm the hero of my story
With many rues,
Enough to last my long nights,
Many battles I have fought,
Many arrows I have to my heels,
Many storms I have guarded against,
Many gravestones I have built,
Many selves I have laid to rest,
Countless tributes I have written,
With a broken tongue I've read them to myself,
My heroics all through and through.

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