Chasing Equilibrium.

I bundle my rage in tiny atoms
That explode asunder the feet of others.
They hold me down.
Pull me under
From the last bit of relief.
I close my eyes
And let seconds pass beneath me,
Just so I won't be
Burdened in the narrow ridges of unforgiveness.
I won't live out this tormented existance
Of being tired and conflicted with the fact
That I feel as though I don't ask for much.
I despise the fear of giving myself til nothing's left.
But most of all,
I resent the ones who detest my expressions.
After all,
They are the mirrored images of my ego
That have brought me from the ledges of my abyss.
Helped me compose my eurythmic defense.
They are my balance beams.
My tight ropes;
The one where I walk between lust and hate.
Digging dilligently,
Endlessly,
Eternally,
And shamefully to almost desire the one
Who cuts the rope and saws my beam in half.