Futile Struggle

No weakness
To be found
Within these walls
Erected long ago
Set firmly in place
No match for
Heart and mind
Especially mine
I’ve grown tired
Weary from this battle
A futile struggle
Unable to sustain
My soul is heavy
Filled with self loathing
Confusing love and hate
Dying a thousand deaths
In search of that which
Does not wish to be found
Miles upon miles
Manipulating God's
Orchestration of fate
Trudging a path
Riddled with bones
Withstanding tests of time
Foolishly believing it was mine

Tarnished

Sweetness and vulnerability.

Sharing so much of me,

With little left to give.

Anything and all you need.

This, the very essence of me.

Mistaken claims of sincerity.

Actually, lies once told by me.

The twin,

You thought you knew.

Truth or imaginary?

This, the very brand of me.

Which is it you prefer I be?

The mirror is tarnished.

Polish it,

Won’t you please?

Stop pretending you see so clearly.

Justly, I believed your stories in my mind.

This, the very darkness in me.

A stranger,

To everyone who sees me.

Loving? Caring? Giving?

The truth is…

I’m selfish.

Who do you see?

Me or your twin?

This, the very essence of me.