Analysis of Skill

Each day is a struggle.
A tug of war.
Hard core.
Torn.
Scorned.
Ready to explode.
It is an overload.
Like a steak, done.
Like a cake ,baked.
Accused and hung out to dry on a line, hearing the seconds tic away time.
Break down.
Cry.
Scream.
Reach out.
Where is somebody when I need to cope with the reality of the unknown.
Time to look into the mirror and meet me myself and I .
My new best friend is me and that's how I cope with the twist and turns off the cards I have been dealt.