Laying silently coping tears at hand I pray that some day I can be me. That some day the way I feel will reflect the way I act and the way I view myself will reflect my image. Here and there a short story fortitude of compassion, without steady I try to stand weak in the knees. Where is my confidence now. Each aspect of myself acting alone without unity, each one fighting against the other. Good, bad, lonely, loved, hated, feared, imitated, revered, coward, strong. One addiction for another, what makes me better than anyone else? The fact that I can acknowledge my faults? Im more intelligent than my soul can handle. Every negative action under severe awareness. Moral guidance taking notes, dually challenged. I've definitely fallen. Im getting up but damn this one hurts, and bound to scar. Ill be alright, ill make due.