Better Than Nothing

It is easy to give in
And give up;
Too easy. Far too easy.
Resisting the temptations of
My vice
Is simpler said than done.
Sometimes it squeezes and
I choke
But it doesn't mean to and
I forgive

We all have our vices
But my vice is the best.

I often find myself shouting
Or crying
At nothing of importance.
Staying calm beside
My rage
Is near impossible it seems.
Sometimes it sparks passion and
I lust
But it shows me the right path and
I breathe

We all have our rages
But my rage is the best.

There are no words to describe
The emotions
We happily die to feel.
Gently fading memories of
My love
Have no hope to compare.
Sometimes it slips away and
I fall
But it saves me from the world and
I smile

We all have our loves
But my love is the best.

My eyes stare at a painting
To see nothing but dull oils.
The masterpiece we made
Is a fake. We're so clever.
I never imagined that trash
Could be worth so much.

Sometimes I get lost and
I forget
But I find a weathered ledge and
I hold on

We all have our selves.
My self isn't the best
But it'll do.