It's 6 pm

Poem about how it feels like to fight an inner struggle/mental illness everyday.

I'm confronted by the beauty of this world

But it means nothing to me

The light of the day is a mold

And the darkness keeps growing in me

I seem peaceful and bold

But the existence of evil keeps destroying me

I want to grow old

If ever I feel free

I built some walls

And hoped I could get a roof over me

Time tells me get a job

But my foundations ain't even finished

I'm my own job 

I wish for a democracy

But I live in fear

That I've already destroyed the only real part of me

My inner voice keeps fighting corruption

Self destruction means nothing to the nation

Except when houses half built

Give up on their foundation

I want to destroy the establishment in my head

But somehow a tornado destroys what I built with my own hands

And it's always the same

And it's a never ending game

That I plan to win