I feel

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I feel like it's the last time,

I feel like it's the first time,

I feel like - in no time,

the roof will collapse.

Willing to go the extra mile,

scrub the grout from every tile.

You think "Wow, it's been a while.."

then all of you, devoured into relapse.

Trapped, within the glass box

the human aquarium, as strangers take stock

illiterate to the spectators, as they talk

All they can do, is pick up the pieces of the scraps.

I work so hard,

I rummage and pill

I fight to the death,

insomnia's will.

Feeling inertia tipping her toes,

creeping up on me,

holding onto my woes,

in fain, I welcome her demise,

cheering her on,

what gives, any longer

is worth the prize, for long.

I feel like it's my testament

I feel like the road is all that's meant

I feel like there is no finish line ahead

I feel like I am fighting for scraps of bread.

I feel...

I feel ...

I feel ...

I too, superman, am made of steel.