Quicksand

To each, their own battles, Every one is fighting alone..
If you are lucky, it is your victory, if not,your own head stone..

I sweat every day to unearth my treasure of dreams..
I am burried in by the night, left alone to hear my screams..

I try to scrape off the scab, to make the scars disappear..
Darn! I tear too hard, and out in the open is my fear..

I run to a corner, close my eyes.. Perhaps I wont see it any more..
I am locked in with the monster.. no use banging the door..

What do I do, whom should I call? who will give me a hand?
Loathing my helplessness, I whine, I sink in my own quicksand ..