What do you do when the echoes talk back?
When the voices in your head turn out to be real people expecting answers?
Do you run and hide while everyone’s watching you?
Do you mumble, stumble, fidget just to get through?
Do your little doubts gnaw at you and eat your insides out like little cancers?
What do you do when pressures give no slack?

Who do you call when the world pays you mind?
And everything you do is graded on an unfair curve, just for amusement?
Do you fall down a hole of embarrassment or
Do you stand and take all into your core?
Can you bluff your way with such fine puffery to make them feel befuddlement?
Who do you call to keep them all aligned?

When it’s all said and all is done what’s left?
Where does the effort go when it’s all spent in the vain attempt at saving face?
Who’s left standing when the crowd dissipates?
It’s still me when I’ve lied to friends and mates.
Will they forgive me for letting them down, not being able to keep the pace?
Will I be able to pay back the theft?

Where will it end, this cycle of regret?
When darkness encircles every cloud and the storms overhead take in their breath,
And pain and remorse, your only comfort
Alone and withdrawn no doubt left for it.
Ensuing turmoil twists and contorts you as you fight every ounce against death.
Where it will end is in sadness I bet.

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