The hammer

It's like a hammer.
Like being under a giant hammer.
The eye of god.
Judging you, weighing you.

Every day,
living with yourself.
Feeling the burdens of the lies you have told.
Carrying the lies you have told yourself.

The things you tell yourself to make it easier.
To make it easier to be you.
At some point, you realize, its just a game.
And a boring, tedious game.

The purest metal comes from the hottest forge.
And when you have been under the hammer a few times
You find yourself beaten down,
all the lies, the things we tell ourselves to make us
feel ok to be us, beaten away
And all thats left is who we really are.
Right down to the core. Everything else beaten away
And just the reality left behind.

And maybe, maybe, if you don't like what you see,
there's still time to change it.