the Unsettling Conscience

ahhh this unsettling conscience,
for which lingers in my head.
unknown to be sickness that rips it at the edges,
or an underlying leech that puzzles it all.

for all he knows he needs some changes,
to get through this heap of massive nothingness. 
tough the circumstance could really be,
what is apparent, perceived differently.
still unsure of all that's happening,
this nothingness has taken a toll on bearing.

fortunate to say this aint that bad,
through all this shit he's not feeling sad.
and hope that it's positivity,
not the fiend that creeps- uncertainty. 

but his smile aint genuine regardless how mere.
it's not the normal, there's something here,
that's pulling me around, between these ears.
this unsettling conscience, i shouldn't fear,
in the mental game, no rules adhere.

at it's edges may the mind be chipped,
or even to implode right from within.
for one thing no matter, he just knows.
a comeback is yet to be unfold. 

may it rip or tear apart, 
implode within and crumble out.
but sure he knows if there's the HEART,
real soon he'd scoot off from the clout.