remains

Sometimes at night I lie awake
Unable to sleep.
The darkness seeps into the cracks of my mind;
Infesting it with thoughts and questions of myself.

I question my sanity
As I lay there in the dark alone with my fears.
Am I insane that I see and hear demons
who really don't exist?
Are the fears I have much too quaint?

These are the thoughts
That crawl through my mind.
But still there is more
Questioning my sanity.
Am I really all that they say I am?
Who am I really?

I look at the reflection poised in the mirror.
I stare deep into the eyes of the person
absorbed in the mirror.
What I see there in my soul
Does not make my fears cease at all.

What I see is a broken down guy
afraid of how the world judges him.
I see it there etched into his being.
So he locks his soul away
Keeping himself sheltered.

he keeps himself sheltered
From a hopeless dream of perfection.
So that his soul shall never shatter
Again and be left with nothing.

I see a person who cares greatly
About the surrounding world.
The kindness is entwined to
His being.
The love burns throughout
All that he is.

I can see he would do everything
It takes to make his loved ones happy.
Even if it withers away his soul,
he doesn't pay no mind.

I know he sits there each day
Not caring that
His soul is slowly withering into dust.
Or that the remaining ashes
Of his withering soul
Are fading away into the wind.

Each day he lies there
Unable to sleep,
Afraid of what may become of him.
Faking a pretty smile to get by each day.
he holds on to his love and kindness
That still remains within
His heart and soul.