Impostor

Thoughts don’t stop at red lights
Once more I sleep with self-doubt
If this is strength, I’d rather be weak

I go to war with my own mind
Another casualty to friendly fire
Every night I sit at the café
Where the scene plays again

My heart races as my mind
Becomes a prostitute to fears
And all I can do is resort to tears

Right about now I want to slither
Into the prison of silence
As my skin becomes
And old torn coat

I look in the mirror
And ask who this impostor is
What did he do with the man
Who chased dreams
When most would stand by

Answer me, I scream
Waiting for some angel to appear
No, only silence keeps me company
Monotonous misery smirks
As darkness lays naked
On the bathroom floor
Right beside me

I search for a note book
And any pen I can find
I try to find the switch
As my words dance
To the tune of misery
On the dance floor
Found on the blank page