Is This It. Poem by David Self

I sit alone to be with me,
But it's the face I don't want to see.
I just a person who can't get straight,
Can't shake the demons keeping me up late.

You see life can be full of darkness,
No matter how much light.
I feel to every time the light shines through,
Somebody or something negative goes 'boo'.

You see you can't be a new you,
When the world don't let you through.
People will just bring you down,
Taking away your crown.

Don't matter who you was good or bad,
Your just a number and that's sad.
You will fade away one day,
And people don't stay.
I go to work where I don't want to be,
To fake smiles I want to flee.
I'm not happy in life,
I know I'm not alone.

I feel like I'm sinking like a stone,
Fed up with waiting for the bone.
Waiting for the world to cut me loose,
How bloody tight is this noose.

One step forward two steps back,
But it's on me really for all this flack.
You see the only people who to blame,
Is the person who looks back at you in the frame.

It's me who got here old and broken,
Sometimes quiet or outspoken.
I feel there is no end,
There is no end.

I'm aching with age and strains,
Yet battle through the pains.
We will all go to same place in the end,
Until then I guess I will continue to bend.

There is no value to life anymore,
We work our arse off to be a bore.
When you think that way what's in store,
Oh my God I'm only 44.