NaliD

Loneliness is a mountain; a massive climb. I’m on other side, happy just passin’ time.
It’s like every day I wake up, I stare into space and don’t say much. Peer in the mirror, feelin dead from the face up. When I look into the mirror, and see my own image, it feels like there’s somethin else far off in the distance. Somethin I wanna see, but somethin that’s resistant. And every day the heart in it’s growin more and persistent. I never noticed it before, but now I can’t miss it. And the constant pounding’s driving me ballistic. I ran from it for years, but it’s still next to me. I can’t fight it now, I know it’s just destiny. And I just wonder what’s gonna happen when it catches me. Will it leave me face down in the ground? Or will it just start bringin out the best of me? But is the best of me, really just the worst of me?