Hustle Life

It been 11:00pm, I'm still Hanging on the sickness I get from the repressed feeling I bottled up to protect it from  Fighting mud environment Indeed it's suffocating me I'm  Loosing mine sanity to the blue  Sea mesmerizing me to deceive  Me in false consciousness  Of hopeless fate to be this empty  With having nothing left to feel  Happy! But to cover it in imposter mask  Which is full of dramatic high, to Guard the aching heart sickness to  Reach the bottom rock of mine! While facing the mirror I can't Count on the weary reflection Where it's start to begin how to end it  With anti biotic solution I do not want to end like people Who love to enjoy other  Guilty pleasure life to cover Up their worn Self with other grieve Story ! I want to feel alive with  No baggage off holding in heart  To smile walk on track in With real me ! 

 Standing loner on corner side Of window with confrontation Striking 24/7, with the question Stigmatised in singularity of mind  What if ? Slowly stepping in heart and mind  Of sanity like flow of anxiety attack To mine nerves strangling the desire  And dream of mine right side ! By demon me with full force to  Shallow every potential I have  With triggering social dilemma, Put on by society & environment Making everything blur! Encircling the inner child of mine  To question it's worth path of  Walking with passionately Hawking The soul with low satire of pratical  Being set thinking for easy  Walk of life !! The ego of the child swallowing  The venom slurry of shit to  Proclaim the child tune to his  Real self not to give up with its urge To be originality!  What if, the findings lead me to ? I'm still figuring By minding minself!