The Battle Inside Of Me

The Battle Inside Of Me prose poem

Uploaded by Troy Gara

Inside me there’s this unique unstoppable and ever-growing fear
I cannot live without spitting a lie out of my mouth
At first I think I’ll be saving my own skin , but it keeps on getting worse
My lifestyle requires more than what my priceless soul can afford
My lifestyle is something else
Not all people get the true me
I’ve earned public respect because of my deception
I keep on lying until I reach that goal
Well some people can only dig and get only one side of me but will think that’s the true me
Time is not always on my side
Each time I try to reveal myself it’ll always be too late
Those I try to love leave
Why is this haunting me like this ?
They say that the past always will haunt you and I’m now realising that it’s true
I never wanted all this to happen
Now I’m trying to change but …
I’m in the direct center of the battle field whereby my lifestyle and desires are turning into obsessed sworn enemies
I can only do nothing but take watch wondering about whatsoever will happen
I know that very soon I’ll lose myself but where shall I deliver this burden I’m carrying
Oh where shall I deliver ?!..
For my life is being torn out by the battle inside of me.

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