There’s always that one place, that one sore spot

That one thing that always wins no matter how hard you’ve fought

You can decorate it and dress it up all fancy

But as soon as someone takes notice, you get all antsy

Every day you muscle up for a new fight

And it seems you lay down defeated every night

You know there’s got to be some way to defeat it

But where does that resolve disappear to when you need it

Some days you get by, tiptoeing while it sleeps

Other days you try to survive its taunts while you weep

I wish I could say that I’m not afraid of this shadow

I wish I could say that I live like I believe what I know

But right now I’m still just trying to keep my sanity

Pretending I can handle it, though it’s handling me

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