I stifle my thoughts, and bottle them until nothing more can form, and purge from the bottom of my shell, the walls aren't there anymore, so i sit here,try to find myself. I'm exhausted, shamed, and tortured. so much to think, so many to delegate, but so few outcomes. i grow so very tired of myself. the greatness i had. the goodness, the martyrdom. selfless, and tame. meek and mild. unspoiled, unspoken. ravaged, torn, tattered and maimed. i reap what Ive sown. i lay where Ive made. a self saboteur, making the misery that plagues me .
