The Panic

July 31, 2017 3:00AM

Let me tell you about me.

I should get this off my chest, let it free.

I almost gave up on myself today.

I danced with the devil.

And he wanted to play.

I hide my fear in white lies.

These lips pose.

I am a master of disguise.

Meanwhile inside my head it is messy.

Where did I go wrong? Can someone correct me?!

I can feel my spirit, I am cracking.

All hope and motivation lost.

It is no longer secret, I am lacking.

You believe I am strong, but you are mistaken.

Everything around me is a blur.

I can feel my whole world dying, why am I shaking?

Make it go away, please! I need this to stop!

Unfortunately life does not take place on a stage.

I can't change the scene, pain is not a prop.

I am going to continue to grin and bare.

Hashing out deep rooted pain in prayer.

Maybe God will lift this burden.

Maybe I am suppose to gain strength through hurting.