Hollow Shell

I am a ghost, drifting aimlessly from place to place. All will power is sucked out of me, like a black hole in my soul. My two cents are worth nothing in this world. I am merely hidden behind a mask, Dodging this never-ending path of fun house mirrors. The mental battle is relentless, Creating illusions that deep down I know aren’t true. A sham, a mock of my former self. He is the force clutching me tightly, Ceasing me from all aspects of reality. He is anorexia. Compared to him, I am weak. I am worth nothing. I resist his force to no avail, Only to stumble and crumble once again. Pointing fingers does no good. Trust me, I’ve tried. But no one is to blame. Not family, not society, not myself. Yet each day is a new beginning. An opportunity to change. An opportunity to prosper. Along with an opportunity to fail and give in. He is charismatic, Telling me I am helpless without him. I trusted him, but no longer. No longer will I obey. No longer will I be defeated. No longer will I surrender to his selfish commands. When he presses me to give up, Ambition cries, “Keep fighting.” I struggle to my feet, Longing for closure. I fall short again, Knowing if I strive to achieve, I will. Knowing if I aim to succeed, I will. Knowing if I risk failure, it could happen. Yet without attempt, there is no prosperity. I will not give in. I will not back down. I will not lose. I will escape this war triumphant, No matter the cost.