Me vs. myself

I feel myself begin to slip,
trying to hold on, but losing my grip.
Never to reveal the pain inside,
knowing my soul has partially died.

So inspiring, yet so uninspired.
I'm feeling worn, I'm feeling tired.
So much hard work with so little to show,
so much that you don't really know.

I look in the mirror and don't like what I see,
f**k outer beauty, I hate the real me.

On this road going nowhere fast,
this self-inflicting pain promising to last.

This is where I long to be..
In the ground, my spirit free.