it is difficult to be a human being

lately i’ve been less of one.

I’m trying to be.

I’m a wanna be.

I’m imprisoned

yet believe I am free.

The shadows on the wall

seem so entertaining.

Oblivious to seeing the light

from which they are created.

How could light and dark

be so closely related?

At my lowest point

yet so elevated.

i hate it

i love it

i hate

i taste it

i hate it

i fake it

i hate it

i make it

love me.

bare and dark.

the wild card surfaces

and my smile seems relaxed

my eyes are black

and i’m stabbed

in the back.

I wallow in shame

and i label myself again.

barely able

to catch my breath

i smoke

another cigarette.

I’ll quit

when there is

nothing left.

Am i done yet?

i hate it

i love it

i hate

i taste it

i hate it

i fake it

i hate it

i make it

love me.