The words of my self-conscience mind do not circle around me
Rather, they come in waves, sometimes stronger than ever before
Causing my veins to flood with hatred and never get a taste of the shore

For I shall lose myself in a sea of pity and doubt that erodes me
Wondering if I will sink with shackles tied upon my demon's hands
Or swim in an ocean of creatures who simply do not understand

That I am in a dilemma between mind, body, and an aching heart
Along with the fear that there is no room for redemption or another's love
When I can't even gather the strength to find the surface and rise above