Crazy Piece

inside us all is a voice who tells how to act and to stand up tall. mine speaks louder i believe than yours and that is why i face the world front on and care not for their words. i beat myself down and bring myself to tears i won't lie i've been doing this for years. i don't need you anymore to make fun of me from outside i don't need you anymore to confront the fears i hide. I never gave the voice a name and i never really thought about it as much more than a game. i would win, surely i couldn't lose unless I let the voice wash my face in tears. so one more day without bread one more day, don't go to bed one more hour one more minute just push it harder i won't relent. one more scar one more tear one more bite one more year. and if you think I am crazy yet meet others, who push on still i am nothing other than unwell that's right i'm rather ill. ill at heart and ill content i want more, I want the extent of what is devine and what is right push me back .. i 'll just fight. i won't be perfect i will be perfection i won't second guess until i love my reflection. mirror mirror on the wall who is the fondest of them all? vanity is inset deep awake now what three days? a week. i cannot sleep, sleep is a waste of time awake now awake work, strive perfection's price is high and yet not unfair. i will work my way up, rather... down to there. and when i win i congratulate myself with scars another goal defeated another ego boost i don't deserve. humble. yes. i gues sthen maybe, there is a crazy piece and instead of being a few bolts lose its on their rather tight. i have to admit it fits just right. so one more day one more hour one more minute the goal's not sour... push. succeed, win. begin again. when all this is done, you'll see. Perfection... That will be me. xoxo Ellie J