Words are poison

Entrenched in everything that feels good is fear,

It burns like a scalding pot full of poison,

Where people await your presence to spit their venom,

Steer clear and far away from them.

 

Do you see my flaws now?

Does it give you inner peace to know I’m human?

Or will you still pull out another strand of my confidence?

Just to make me feel less perfect?

 

I never held my head low,

But now it’s sinking,

Straight through the ground, 

Into my grave.

 

I suppose that’s when I will be perfectly aligned.

To find myself, I lost myself, just to find myself again

I could have been faster,

I could have been wiser,

I could have been someone else instead of myself,

I strove for speed and intelligence,

But for what?

 

Just to reach there a little earlier,

Just know know a little more,

And in that race I lost myself,

 

What no one tells you in this race is,

It’s much harder to find yourself back again,

But when you do.

There is calm.