Me Again

Why can't I simply relax.
Relentless, in come these attacks. 
Was it that simple for me to be tuned. 
Broken, with the mask of the rude. 

Simplicity was never that way. 
At times, my life has felt preyed. 
Fables, history and the stars include
The stories of my life as I continue to unglue. 

Barely breathing - then another onslaught. 
It's for my sanity, my Soul and my Heart
That I have fought. 
Like the lessons that keep on giving. 
Shames and pride of my times
I'm trimming. 

Stepping into myself.
The me - I've kept on a shelf. 
Given up on the old me and I've got nothing else. 
Living as me - the most alive I have felt. 

~I.S.~