Thoughts for Today: Put on your Face

And all the thoughts caught between reality,
the useless pages filled with lies,
all that I once was, effaced,
by the end of time.
The truth set in,
and cluttered the mind,
to be once who I was, forgotten,
I had crossed the line.
The bounded heart,
tied down to a sycamore tree,
to love how i once loved, damaged,
beyond belief.
The insomiactic days bore on,
seconds loomed around the clock,
to be where I once was, departed,
by attempted hara-kiri.
The self image that was seen,
glazed over with conscious flaws,
to see myself as I once was, loathsome,
I'm about to fall.
The fear embeds its nightmare friends,
producing psychopathic fright,
to be courageous as I once was, weakened,
never wanting to fight.
Lies, Truth, self-image, fear.
Could this be my downfall..... or demise.