Searching For Solace

I’ve spent Many nights laying in the dark This time is a period of self-reflection A journey that I’m all too terrified to embark I’m naked on an examination table, performing my own dissection My insides are poisoned with abhorrence and self-doubt I cannot see the good in myself I know this can’t be how you hoped I’d turn out My spot for accomplishments and good deeds is but an empty shelf I can put my all into becoming someone better I start to be happy and enjoy the finer things Then I wake up in a sweat and loo down to see the fetter It seems as though I never severed the strings This cycle of mine is a never-ending tale I open myself up and hope to be contented Then I let the sorrow creep in and make my efforts derail I have cursed myself to be forever tormented Despite my lachrymose state I will always keep pushing ahead I will not allow this suffering to be my fate I will my dreams with hope as I sleep peacefully in my bed