2 minutes ago I said I love you, and now you don’t believe me.
Sometimes I pray that I don’t punk out.
God my family needs me.
I need sanity.
How do I explain who I am, if I’m portraying a false reality?
A beautiful man who understands but follows his truth.
Who are you?
I want to keep them close, yet my heart beats in my mental compartments.
The walls of my past encase a heart that’s been through concussions.
I lose memories after the falls.
They need to trust me, but I can even recognize who I am.
Am I dad, son, friend?
Is the spirit I hold trustworthy of being trusted again?
I want to offer my heart and there is no excuse.
Sometimes I sit back and become invisible.
I look, but the shadows overcast doubt that clouds miracles.
I question my role in life.
Do I understand my responsibilities or do I respond to lies?
How do I reply?