Im looking for something,
A chance at the least,
To change the persona,
That was given to me.
Its seen the best,
And its seen the worst,
But I don't want it with me,
No matter what the cost.
The ties that I instigated,
Were loosened and untied;
As the fishing line I cast,
Caught nothing but despise,
A boat without an anchor,
Like a ship without a rudder,
No hope in which I walk,
Will bring nothing but anger.
My steps lack resolve,
As my persona grimly holds on.
Walking blindly I will stumble,
But it will always help me stay strong.
For what I am lacking in person,
It makes up with knowledge unknown.
But lately it seems that im far off,
From reaching the beacon of hope.
I tell myself it's too late now,
Since nothing will last forever,
But even I know that this isn't true,
As long as I continue this endeavor.
Every once in a while I'll look back,
But be blinded with nothing but dread.
The footsteps I made now have faded,
To nothing more then that of the dead.
Looking sideways makes things harder,
As I look at the bridges at bay,
But I know that the paths of the pleasing,
Will lead to betrayal and blame.
"Please leave me alone" I will beg.
"Please let me go somewhere more bright".
But my persona will only look forward,
As it has for the entirety of my life.