Picture Of Me Poem by Nathan Streango

Picture is perfect, but still I struggle with addictions,
Feeling the struggle because of holy pieces missing,
Praying to God saying Lord Jesus help me,
Cuz I allowed the carnal sin to overwhelm me,
My mind is clouded from all the evil that I’ve tasted,
Living in paranoia cuz of time that I have wasted,
And I only hope that somebody will set me free,
Haunted by visions of my own children being me,
I’m not a criminal but I’m seeing violent acts,
Can’t seem to slow my slide, my life is moving fast,
Look for a place to cry, but I got nowhere to hide,
Life is a race I’m losing; I’m running out of time,
I sleep in my sweat, and I am bound at the neck,
Cannot connect the line to heaven from the depths,
People expect for me to be a Godly man,
They don’t see the demons I’m facing, no one understands,
I’m stuck in this hole, and misery is my home,
Roof is too low, leaving me no room to grow,
I cursed at my parents and caused the gap to grow larger,
I’m losing my faith in God; turning back is even harder,
I got no more friends; my companion is my fear,
If I continue like this the death of me is near,
I lose the battle because my sword is facing bullets,
Supporting my sin with no place left for me to put it,
You look in my eyes and see the emptiness inside,
You don’t realize there’s no sight in me, I’m blind,
I’m crippled, maimed, and I’m scarred from the flame,
I’m living in shame, and there’s only me to blame,
Can you be like me? The looks, the brains, the talents,
Can you be like me? The scars, the shame, unbalanced,
So once again, I am asking for some help,
No you’re Nathan, you can only help yourself