irvine

Everyday it’s the same clichéd advice.
Yet how can I be myself when
I don’t know who myself is?
I’m losing myself to the girl in the mirror
When all I have is a ntion of who I am;
A self description courtesy of the mirror
A self destruction courtesy of him
A notion of insecurity that threatens to destroy
The empire I’ve built, the walls that keep me safe
The comfort that helps me sleep at night.

And may I wake up tomorrow buried in these ruins
While my empire has fallen, the mirror has reigned
And may I never wake up, drowned in bliss.



i closed my eyes and followed delusion to wherever it took me;
the one time i let the walls down
was the last time i ever let him
let me down.

the end.