cypher it, and see what happens..

words.
words can't even do this justice.
the feelings i experience.
envy, jealousy, disappointment.
i feel like the high tide of the ocean.
each day, the same routine.
in and out. in and out.
i bring change, and wash it away.
i need to embrace, but not sure what to.
i look at the things you say.
each word you speak slowly remains on me.
i want so badly to wipe them away.
but they linger longer than i want them to.
i wash them off, towel. repeat.
repeat.
constant cycle.
this time, i don't need to towel off anymore.
they're gone.
it's me left at the heart of it.
the core.
i feel like clark kent into a phonebooth, always emerging as someone else.
this time, i emerged as me.