stumbled upon this in my journal and remembered it :
feeling so volatile and ill
the mirrors reflection serves too much justice
or not enough--
In a paradoxical world of self loathing and self righteousness,
I can not seem to find the love
I had once sought
for the insatiable desire of perfection;
I will be left alone in my unease,
to my dismay.
But, should it be celebrated?
My ego tells me so-
Longing for a beauty that is so unreal
I begin to wonder if this is ever a life worth living;
or a love worth giving,
or a game worth winning.










































