Neo lament

I don't trust myself to save myself. My regrets outweigh my success, and they pull me down like an anchor on a sinking ship. 

I threw my pearls before swine, and they returned them, 

Shimmering. Glistening. Shining, In the sweat of rapture. 

I beg my own self to come out from behind the mask, because the world really isn't as bad as it seems, but I feel sometimes that I can't take it the way it is, that I need to escape. Let my feet off the gravel and fly away. Because no matter what decision I make, I never seem to be where I want to be, and whether I move north south east or west, it all seems down. I never should have let go.