The Me Underneath

the struggle is real

I am distracted

Needs boil to the surface

My mind wanders

Imagination merges with the real

I lose focus

The me underneath stirs

Hibernating no longer

Never really gone

Still with a voice

He hijacks my mind

In honesty, I miss him

That’s why he says around

Never evil enough to just die

A ghost or spectre that lives

He becomes me

My weakness he knows

Scars he shows

He loves to see me squirm

I almost sit back and rest for the day

Let him drive for a while

It would be easier

Soon he will sleep again

Don’t know when or for how long

I will be me again

Still with him there

The me underneath

Reviews

[Njeanett]

This one here is so true to the core, we never really know our true self ... as you said "...the struggle is real..) for some more then others

[Mitch]

Common ground for everyone. Hopefully your struggle isn't too harsh. Thank you for your read and your words!

[PoeticSorcery]

it can really feel that way sometimes, like underneath the skin hides a truer form of self you can never truly show to the world.

[Mitch]

True. Some days are worse than others. Thanks for the read and review.

[PoeticSorcery]

sometimes life is hard, sometimes you just need some help. you're welcome.

[Kristian Marion]

KIND OF LIKE THE FLESH VS THE SPIRIT
THE SPIRIT IS WEAK BUT THE FLESH IS WEAK
FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT!