"Admit your flaws LEO!" "Admit your flaaaws!"

Writing has fallen into a place of submission for me...submission to my emotions, submission to circumstance, and submission to my craft but I've been submitting all this time and acting out of character.

I've forsaken my pen to submit not to my words and to my voice but to the voice of another. There is dirt in my nails and my face is smudged with shame and self pity but I still try. I still try to come out of these trenches to hopefully find the me I had ownership over but I've fallen so far. My path is no longer beaten and the rights of me has been sold for but only a token. I've prostituted my aspirations for a instant self gratification to try to meet the standards of the already stable.

I've taken personal and made it communal. Slurring thoughts about to undeserving ears neglecting the unbiased object which is my pen.

This may be selfish but I'm cleaning my face and choosing to submit to myself again.