Mental filing cabinet


I tip-toe through life,

anticipating failure of those around me.

Failure to commit.

Failure to achieve.

Failure to love.

Failure to prove me wrong.

Balancing on my emotions,

Questions which run rampant through my mind.

Should I stay?

Should I go?

Should I lie?

Should I tell him its all okay?

Judgemental people always watching

They hope that I will bow...

Bow to temptation

Bow to love

Bow to them

Bow to the status quo

Oh how I long to end this...

This irrelevant existence i maintain..

Is this real?

Is this love?

Is this my life?

Is this life worth living?

Ideas blooming across skylines

Painted visual images scatter themselves

Death is inevitable

Death is coming

Death is welcome

Death is something beautiful.

Should I care what other may say?

The defamation that will accompany my end?

Was she crazy?

Was she stupid?

Was she a spec on the glass of life?

Was she even someone I should feel sorry for?

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