Critical Eyes

Critical eyes looking at this reflection
Always pushing away any distraction
Delusional thoughts collide with pressure to succeed
Running past the point of the things I really need

I have a closet stashed with all kinds of masks
One to fulfill any sort of task
Colored ones and ones left grey
Temporary ones and ones with a permanent stay

Tired I am of playing these games
Yet I do not complain and take all the blame
For when failure does come and for when it takes control
I’ll let it happen and I’ll let it take its toll.

A burden you’d call it
Yet I do disagree
My mind is my enemy
But it's also my friend, you see?

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