Struggle

 a place to let out some tears and explain all of my fears. First a vast destruction, scrapping of my plate.  Then the easing out of the fire that i hope to escape. Fizzling memories of dire hate. Left like a house in shambles filled little mice that been nibbling away; with escalating decay.
 know its windows cracked because someone gave it a smack and a front door wide open exposed for the passing to see . this us what has cost the most personal agony.  With a Door wide open is how this one has come to be ,shame dwelling not so far from me . unworthiness has been the main thing . This wasn't the person i wanted to be , demeaning acts tinged with lies.  And Living in fright of what might be, with dreary eyes and a chaotic rush . Ive ran and clashed in a tiny bubble it was hard to see what might be infront of me.