Fighting With Myself

A fight between myself and I
Would leave no one to win.
But still I defy my mind
And punch myself in the chin.

I yell and shout in pain
And fall onto the floor.
Then still I continue on
And slam my hand in the door.

I look at my cuts and dings
And wonder why they're there.
Then I grip and pull up hard on
My pair of ducky underwear.

Wedgies never hurt as bad
When they come from your own hand.
So then I go and shoot myself
With a brand new rubber band.

The sting, the burn, the pain.
I shout that which I will not name.
I think I've finally had enough
Of this retched, retched game.

Feel Good, Life's Short

Look into the eyes of the one you love.
Look at the marks on a morning dove.
Look at the clock as it ticks all night.
If you lose hope, begin the fight.

Look at the rain as a single drop falls.
Look at your room with bare walls.
Look into the eyes of a dying man.
Become your own greatest fan.

Look into the light of a fire's flame.
Look at the movies you thought were lame.
Look at the people walking on the street.
Stop feeling sorry and stand up on your feet.

Look at a train as it zips on by.
Look at the birds fly in the sky.
Look at the cars come 'round the bend.
Watch as your days come to an end.

Problems

Millions of problems
they never seem to stop
and when I cannot fix them
I feel my heart drop

I try to do my best
and make others happy
but when I finish what I've done
I always feel crappy

I make others smile
and I tend to smile too
but I'm really only sad
that I can't do what I want to

I keep my issues to myself
and hide them in my mind
but when I try to avoid them
it is me they always find

I fell alone in this world
though there's people around me
my problems started as a seed
but now they've become a tree

They've rooted in my world
like that of ivy vines
but I can't reveal my problems
because my friend always whines

I help them with their problems
and ease up inside
but my life is one hell
of a bumpy ass ride

Hills aplenty
hills galore
my mind's gone
out the door

New Born

Mingling in the midst of the wild,
Wondering around like a new born child,
Looking for where I belong,
Hoping it won't be too long.

Pleading for my bottle and blankey,
If I cry when I'm old I'll only be given a hanky.
Sitting alone in the dark and quiet,
Waiting for the one to start the riot.

The light is now on and I see the vastness of the world.
I look out over the horizon over which the light is hurled,
And all I see is more vastness in this world in which I'm alone.
And even if plants and animals accompany me, I'm still on my own.

Fight for what is right,
Fight to stand aloud,
Fight through the light,
And stand proud.

My Race

I started out the race strong,
but the race is long and tough.
And now I'm striving hard to make it.
I'm trying the best I can,
but I fall behind those better than me.
The number of those ahead of me now are numerous.
I can no longer see the horizon.
But still, I try, I run, I fight in the race.
I want to give up so many times,
but if I give up who will run in my place?
No one can, I have to run my race.
No matter how tough it gets.
And it gets tougher and tougher every day.
I know I'll never win in this race.
I don't know why I still run.
I might just stop and take a rest for now,
since it doesn't matter if people get ahead of me,
for I can never win the race anyways.
So that's what I'll do.
I'll take a rest and pick up again when the road is empty.
Pick up when there is no competition in sight.
I'll only get the worst then, but at least it's something.
I'll win my own race,
and I'll finish... in due time...