In a world based on love and friendship,

I look outward to find these enticing sips,

The windy oasis dances outside the static of my mind,

But within me grows a barren desert that leaves me with snides,

A blight that eats more on my inside,

A disease that greets my heart with an allowance of reside,

A puncture that shatters my sense of self,

My character now only a people painted mural that hangs off a shelf,

A sly companion that occupies my heart space,

A deafening watchtower that compares me in a snail's pace,

A picturesque inkling that draws around me,

Visible in the corridors of mind, you see,

A dull crater lays down in its wake,

Leaving a person with a tasteless cake,

The pretty ones stand to their sides,

Piercing me with beautiful shards of the night,

The populars are a testament to my lacks,

A picturesque opposite they have in their stack,

The talented go about with flashy works,

Hollowing my mind to a useless hulk,

The grains inside push away,

The valuables I once had stowed away,

I look into the mirrors that linger inside,

A cracked view of me I despise,

A grating resounds in my heart,

Shooting darts with a fresh bloody tart,

A quaking mess, my mind darkens,

Seeking to relive history, a hatred in my shin,

A game that it's so easy to win it all,

A roll of the dice, a few words and darkness is above one's hull,

A dearth of contentment in a crazed adventure we call life,

Not enough powersups and looks to challenge our strife,

A never endless game, we all dance,

A dark hall we all, within, prance,

A blazing desire that we all fight,

To love or to hate our self, that's the height,

Of the war that rages on and on,

A blizzard that rakes with frigid talons,

A fight that darkness usually wins,

Pulling those who can not be content to his means.



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