I feel it like a hurricane
And it’s driving me crazy.
Some may think me insane
But the truth is a bit hazy.
It keeps coming to mind
And to deal… I am trying.
Keeping ahead or falling behind?
Not sure but I am crying.
The enemy now I see…
The woman in the mirror.
The one to beat is me
And it’s never been clearer.
Sometimes I’m the greatest
But I’m always a mess.
The parts of me that I detest
Lie in what I struggle to confess.
Much too much and never enough;
My entire existence in one paradox.
Everything always feels so tough.
But I must remove these blocks.
Meanings here are plentiful.
Some my spirit do darken,
Some are quite beautiful.
To my words I hope you harken.