I have spent my life looking through the eyes of those around me. Gazing endlessly into eyes of strangers absorbing the pain they keep inside. I don’t want to believe this is the top, I don’t feel like this is all over. My love my loss, my pain it’s cost. Priceless and blatant it tears me apart; it leaves me hanging on to yesterday and standing still today. I am a child in a closet hiding from the screaming, the tear on my face running from its home. The man they love to hate, the angry words displaced across your face. I am everything I once was, only broken and alone.

Standing in a room among thousands, I only see myself staring out at the oceans shore, wishing that the tide would sweep me away. I am a poet lost with no words, a musician who can’t read a note. I am scared yet unafraid, tomorrow is a brand new day… isn’t it? The same thing every day, another fight another game. In the end who’s left to blame, it’s not your fault I made it this way.

You love me you loathe me; they need me while they beat me. A competition in every form while you win I lose another star’s born. I live and I learn from every mistake, yet I find a way to make them my final fate. Fate another four letter word, so many fucking four letter words that can define the face of this ever so fucked reality that I am living in.

Life, love, fate, hate, pain, fail, fear… all just singular four letter words that somehow define who we are.