Roll Call

Writing process hectic everyone expecting the best from myself and I don't get it
Am I selfish? Feel people want to pick at my flesh, I can’t help it
Can't console, got own problems need dealt with
End of rope, I'm tangled in feelings that have been kept in
Like they see a different image than what I am seeing in the mirror
I am not a hero- individual I need a healer
Played patient enough
Face twists in disgust
Hand off of the shoulder
In basement laced in some cuffs
Those ocean eyes hide the tsunami tides
My light hair I tear up when emotions they go too high
No need for extra pressure I apply that myself
A victim of perfectionism I’m no stranger to stress
Realized it was self inflicted all the danger I felt
Was reaching for the bottle where all my anger was kept
Ignoring wins affix attention to failures instead

I am a son hiding I cast no shadow
I am a king alone in my own castle
I am the moon to be seen in the dark
I am a ghost evading the soul catcher
I am an angel I protect those that I love
I am a man in constant fret I'll crumble to dust
I am a memory wanting to be forever
I am a dreamer I'm not to be woken up