Once, there was a time
When I lived a simple life
No days lost to disinterest
No weeks were lost to strife
Then many problems hit
I survived them all intact
So I lived a little more
Then tried to get them back
Something about fighting
It seemed to give security
A private place to grow and change
Where there was only me
I felt freedom and purpose
I had wit enough to write
I learned to find my way without
A blinding guiding light
Though I changed on the inside
My surface stayed the same
Trapped inside myself
By reputation and my name
I previously viewed this
As a minor complication
I now know this was a problem
The cause of my isolation
Soon I found how people worked
I found out how they lied
And in myself it rang true
In no one could I confide
I've tried to shut it off
I've tried to let them in
I've tried to give them trust
But I just couldn't trust again
Trust driven away
And ego decimated
I find I must fight off
The monster I've created
But I am still afraid
When I hold its severed head
What life will I have left
Once this great monster's dead?