Everyday I struggle, <br /> <br />Struggle within, struggle beyond what seems logical <br /> <br />Yet, I still find someway to not show <br /> <br />What is truly going on with me <br /> <br />Something I have learned <br /> <br />Learning to deal with disappointment <br /> <br />Gaining strength to over come <br /> <br />How much anger is truly inside of me <br /> <br />Consequently I fall, back down the path of distruction <br /> <br />My rebound that touches my brink to insanity is tragically forgotten <br /> <br />Its only time before what lies before me <br /> <br />Taunts me and I fall <br /> <br />Slip without reconciliation of the consequences for my counteractions <br /> <br />To surpass my anguish, to balance the anxiety <br /> <br />What justifies my prosecution for my twisted soul <br /> <br />That has been tarnished with guilt and humiliation <br /> <br />Still I try to be the man who I am <br /> <br />Who I know to be, before the man himself <br /> <br />Still I feel deceased, dead to the world that's before me <br /> <br />What has become, and what shall be known <br /> <br />Of this, <br /> <br />Myself? ? ?<br /><br />Michael Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-days-are-better-they-re-better-than-others/
