06/17/2019 — Something to prove

I stay in this life because I have something to prove.

I stay in this job because I have something to prove.

In this family, in this house, in this city, in this town,

because I have something to prove,

prove,

prove.

The name of this something escapes me.

The root of this something escapes me.

Like dog chases mouse,

the urge to do better,

hounds me.

I cannot leave for fear of

disappointing.

I cannot look in the mirror

without this shining mask,

with depths equalling that

of the silvery sheen just below the glass.

It looks so real, so inviting, so there,

But nothing lies within that shining stare,

The one that they

wipe clean every night,

The one that they

look to to see themselves,

The one that they

Forget is not them.

We stay in this trance because we forgot our soul.

We stay in this trance because nothing feels like home.

We stay in this trance because we have

something to prove.