A stranger to myself

I stand here toe to toe with the man
Unable to look at the stranger that I am
I know I'm still in there somewhere
Somewhere beneath the guilt and the fear

Everything I had built myself up to be
Came crashing down all around me
I'm trying not to let my heart shatter
As I pick up the pieces of me that mattered

I am suffocating in my closet of skeletons
Hoping that some day it will all make sense
As I face these demons all on my own
I realize that I am reaping what I've sewn.