We’re such troopers!

“It takes more courage to examine the dark corners of your own soul than it does for a soldier to fight on a battlefield.” – W. B. Yeats

Superficial days, superficial lives

It’s superficial
what can I say
but it gets me through
a superficial day
floating on the surface
of my emotions
cutting all the ties
dodging all commotion
I seem fine you see
and I won’t deny
let me love the dream I live in
b4 I have to say goodbye
my secret is my sin
my heart filled with pain
that I know alone
I’ll have to entertain.

Onion Pain, How I Keep Myself Sane

I’m afraid this pain will reach my core,
dragging me down towards the floor.

I just want it to go away,
But it insists we have to play.

I shake its hand, look at it straight in the eye.
It gets embarrassed and waves me goodbye.

I will always shine light on your shadow.
I will never allow you to settle.

Surrounding my surface,
Looking for a way to get in.

Infecting my layers,
Penetrating my skin.

I’m aware of it now,
That’s how it begins.

I laugh and I’m proud,
Outside my onion rings.

Should I try to dodge it? No.
I fight it once more.

Pain is not for pussy’s,
It’s hard cold war.