Why does it feel like I’m speaking to two different people?
One is close the other a stranger.
Demands and statements are feeling cold.
Am I too cynical or have I hit a nail on the head?
Not sure I want to know.
Fragile is my ability to trust.
Another chip might see me shattering.
How am I still spinning on this very eroded spot?
I should’ve gained traction.
Head reeling from how much I care.
Divided is my conscious between peace and depravity.
Will this ever stop?
Jagged is my exterior.
I try but I always to make it stop.
Pressure building and I can’t stand strong.
For too long I’ve been the villain in form.
Branded monster whether I am or not.
No end to the mocking and so I joined it.
Sliding knives into my own ribs to survive.
Burning bridges I wanted to keep alive.
When will I realise how many chances I’ve lost?
Stares me in the face like a fool.
Damaged I continue to miss my target.
Stumbling over words I may mean or maybe not.
Too much in my head.
Release this addiction to nought.
I don’t want to be a shadow who’s forgot.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 