Moments of Solitude
In moments of solidarity
We often find tranquility
A moment to finally reflect
On things we tend to neglect
Embracing the calmness inside
Still makes us feel a bit dreary
Musing over if we're ready
To be hit by an unknown entropy
Do good and be rewarded with good
Do everything like everyone tells you should
Funny how the saying the bad grass takes longer to die
But those who's always been kind leave their loved ones soon to cry
As the dusk is about to come
Watching afar from the setting sun
One could only Hope that no matter what the outcome
There's always sunrise, another chance
So face our battles as strong as we can
These hands can make anything
Long days harken to the voices of the past
A time of grit and perseverance
Hard work with calloused hands
And broken backs
Toiling dawn to dusk
Breathing in smoke and ash
Dirt stained hands and fingernails
Which will never come clean
A testament to mankind
And his ability to overcome
Torn up inside
You have skyscrapers built within your mind and graffiti painted across your skin; you are as beautiful as an eclipse. Your eyes are the color of the smoke that plays against your lips; perhaps you are drained but colorless does not mean lifeless; please don't begin to slip. You don't have to be as you have been, just don't go blind. It's a shame what you had to leave behind, but at least you are no longer confined. You are free in your own mind. Now roses match the flame in your cheeks and the sun comes down to kiss your neck, but that kind of love doesn't come by week after week. You have a hard time letting love in, afraid you'll cause some other wreck. You pretend you are paper and blood is your ink, using your blade as a pen.
But I'm proud: you no longer down pills to make yourself feel alive so congratulations for your revive, just be careful not to fall into that demon's arms once again. It's Russian Roulette and you can't win. One last thing my darling: don't forget to take a deep breath; I don't want to see you go back. Back to being on the verge of death.
Self Image
I am your Ego.
More simply I am your perception of yourself.
When you stand and gaze into a mirror you will see yourself reflected within the glass, I am how you see yourself in your minds eye.
The other difference between your mirrored reflection and me is that the mirror will always reflect you how you are, whereas I skew your image in favour of a more likeable you. I try to be as generous as I can to you by always trying to show you a favourable picture of how you are.
Although you may have a face only a bulldog could love, to me you are drop dead gorgeous. I'll wager that when you sing aloud, you hear perfect pitch while others run for cover, you can thank me later for that little trick.
While I always try my damnedest to show you yourself in the best possible light, I am vulnerable to attack and in some unfortunate people, am defenceless against assailants who bolster their own ego by damaging yours. This can happen most easily through verbal attacks and bullying, and often I am so sullied by these attacks I begin to believe them, and thus your image of yourself will deteriorate. This is a deadly serious position to be in as a low self image can lead to self harm.
I can be restored however through care and counselling, so all is never lost.
I am formed within you when you are a child, thus, how you are treated as a child will greatly affect the image I show you as an adult.
I am your ego.
Be nice to me.