My struggle.

My knees, buckling under the weight of my own secrets.
For this struggle, I would hide everything from the world.
To become something new, this suffering is insignificant.
I will become the perfect me, with that last step forwards.
Neck deep in my own skeletons, and yet somehow I am the only one ignorant to their existence.

I fell my struggle, will end soon.
Dear child, my struggle personifies the life of a man.
Dear boy, I do not ask that you learn, I am not your teacher.
All I ask, is that you continue to throw these stones.
Pelt me, so that I may decipher this pain.
Pelt me, so that I may learn of it's game.

For if I can survive this, child.
We can all become something beautiful.
If I can survive this, child,
you can survive anything.