I Try Too Hard

Stripping off the outer layer.
Worried about what lies beneath.
Tearing down the protective wall.
Exposing raw and tender sensitivities.

Scratching through the insignificance.
Aware of the vicious fears inside.
Questioning my heart; my eyes. . .

In trepidation stands proud, in order.
Patiently knowing there is bolder.
Expecting challenges to become softer.
Ignoring the growing laughter.
Feeding the fire; consuming together.

Breaking molds with painful revelations.
Naked, drifting and frozen options.
Melting away; obscuring perceptions.
Feeling the unwanted connections.

Empathically watching; helpless, rejecting.
Dialectically engaging higher illusions.
Unsure of what's left, and what I've become.

Transformations happen on both sides.
Crushing power squeezes hard.
Illumination grows the other way.
Spinning off; out of order.
Whirling about; listening to lies.
Tears and frowns for all.
Spraying spit in no direction.
Dizzy; hurt and re-occuring.
Balancing my steps; my journey. . .

Shockingly awesome.
Burned-in scars of fading memories.
Hiding the under-belly with branded tattoos.
Digging deeper, and deeper; finding less, and less.
Remaining behind is the better part of nothing.
Constricting sublimely; just out of sight.
Replacing the truth with science and art.
Demolishing dreams in the foreman's office.
Finding no reasons or answers.

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