I Am No One

Every fucking day

I have to deal with the pressure I put on

myself

to outdo myself. But I can't ask for help

I can't admit I'm weak. I'm

going back on my words

I'm going back on who I used to be. I can't take it

anymore. Every day I wage a war on myself because I'd rather die than let this

win over me. I can't let this win over me. How can I be expected to help anyone

else

when I can't even help myself? Call me a hypocrite and I'll be the first

one to agree. I am no longer the prophet I once claimed to be. I'm stuck

between trying to find where I stand

and what it is I stand for. I am no one.