BEING A FOOL

Here I am again making a fool out of myself.

Doing things in search for the thing that would make me happy.

Almost forgetting that my soul could burn in hell,

Doing whatever it takes not to feel alone,

Trying to please at whatever cost.

Making such a mockery of myself.

As days pass by,

I'm slowly losing control,

Of the reality, I call my world.

Doing my best to make sense,

Rationalizing what I've done,

Regrets are numerous

Despite this, I continue to make bad choices,

I strive to be better,

Battling with my irrational side.

I'm still a lonely fool,

The  war within me is not yet over.

In the end of all this,

I pray that I find peace.

And that the clown who I see in my reflection will cease to exist.