The turmoil burns slowly within me
Bringing such devesation upon my body
Weary and feeble, what have I become?
Slowly I wonder what I've truely done.
I stare almost incredulously toward myself
How my reflection has changed with such stealth
Quipped with uncertainty that lies within my wake
I try hiding the insecurities of each day.
I think I was strong once, how elusive of me
to truely believe in something so petty
How each person has affected me so profoundly
Continues to lie within as a ominious mystery.