Critical

Floating through space and time with a large weight,
Sometimes on my back, sometimes at my feet.
It crushes me, it keeps me up; it makes me wait
When I should go, act on hope given through deceit.
To go from high to low makes it twice as bad;
Leave it be and it eats you away.
To go from indestructible to helpless is all I've ever had;
Two illusions straddling reality for the psyche to stay.
So fragile inside, buried by mountains to hide;
It's all fantasy, to give people what they want.
Each layer built every time I've cried,
Created to shut out but leave inside another haunt.
Critical, desperate for a change,
The chance may never come again.
Critical, always to blame,
Need a release, but what 'til then?
Some bodies represent the soul
While others are just a cell.
The confinement takes its toll
Until all that's left is an empty shell.
Flay the clothes and flesh away;
Bare the soul, set it free.
Death brings peace when life makes us pay.
When it's close, you'll begin to see, like me
That I won't be really seen, heard, understood
Until the soul is cloven from the dead wood.