The Medicine to a Dream

The doubt that grows from within,

What makes me question myself,

Flaws and insecurities, those who leave without a word,

Pain that dwells deep within,

Scouring these lands for the sword,

I do not even know where to begin,

Finding myself to be less than nothing,

I watch myself crumbling,

Living in a house glass,

Yet all I see are mirrors,

The loneliness, concussive blows to the mental realm,

I recall my younger self,

The boy I used to know myself as is no more,

To have a soul of the old in the mind and body of the young,

How much longer can it be contained?

I do not know,

Staring into the night without another thought,

Overcome by numbness,

Stalked by darkness,

I can only feel helpless,

So I wait for what is to come.