I try to be his everything...their everything...just anything. Hiding behind this shield of false confidence, like a clown after a show the make up comes off...after laughter fades away after the world done with play....after my facade of a day...I am broken...wounded, incapable...I've bled and fractured...I starved, I...indulged I pushed myself past the limit...I was everything...at least in my mind...was i everything? in the end was nothing, losing sight of what I am...Trying to become anything...lingering within me...the desire to be everything stills fills my lungs with lust.