Each night,

I fight,

A mountain so steep,

That I cannot sleep.

I wrestle these demons to the floor,

They lie there laughing wanting some more,

What more can I really say?

To make these devils go away.

Is there a cure for what keeps me up?

Will I ever be enough?

Will I sleep soundly for years to come?

Will I ever have to be the only one?

These are my mountains so tall and high,

Each night I ascend into the sky,

Fight the good fight, find an end,

Next night, you do it again.

The life in me is dwindling

The shame in me is swindling

The happiness from each day

Taking the very words I want to say

Life is a list of hopes and dreams

More and more it always seems

That those things are out of reach

As this shame begins to leach

The very light inside of me

The hope that tries to make me free

So why try to wage this unending fight

When every morning only turns to night

To fight that's a funny phrase

I don't feel like a fighter on my best of days

But I will fight this awful shame

I will win this unjust game

I will prevail, I will succeed

For I have all that I will ever need

But still the shame persists

Like a drug that I can't resist

I beat myself until I'm blue

I am everyone and I am you