I’ve torn the sheets
covering me nights.
I’m embattled bled,
unchanged to fight.
I want to evolve try
I change perspective.
Yet my vices do tear
a method ineffective.
All is same as before
so I change my pace.
Some new position I
my bed shift its place.
I’ve a responsibility
to open my eyes wide.
I beg myself to change
what my mask it hides.
Maybe I will wake to
see some method new.
To explain why I now
do the things that I do.
My sight is slayed by
my own selfish pride.
I am conquered from
what is found inside.
Truth I bend when I
see that I have failed
to look the part of a
person I want to sell.
See my exposed flesh
bled in a tirade fresh.
Failures I’ve expressed
to address the duress.
It is in fact the failure
it beckons for change.
Wish I wasn’t stubborn
for aspect to rearrange.