The Daily Grind

[hesawacko]

Ahhhh - life and responsibility.  I get you.  And i feel it here.  Which means its working. Sometime its tough to face the world each morning, yet again.  I think you've got the start of an artsy greek statue here, but i think it just needs some  more chiseling.  I think too many words are kind of getting in the way of the more powerful few.  I'm gonna type in my thoughts in just the beginning of your poem below to give you an idea of my thoughts.  I really think in this case - less is more.

Sometimes you feel like you're up against a wall.  Sometimes// you're up against the wall.
You hold on tightly, as all heroes do.  Holding tightly, as all heroes do.
You're fighting with your all,   Fighting with your all.  
(is there a bigger, stronger way to say this... "raging, fighting all"?)
but it is not enough.  It's never enough.  (or "yet, its never enough")
And you could give a damn if it's gonna be so tough.
You hide away the pain or you take another drink.
You pretend not to care, but you worry what they think.
If they think of you at all, you could gamble that they don't.
You pick your poison or your vice and pray it gets you through the day, but you know it won't.
You fumble through your days and flip through magazines.  
maybe "fumbling through days, flipping through magazines"
You sit on your phone, staring at the screen.  "sitting on phones, staring at screens"  shortening? flow better?
Maybe go outside a bit if you can find the strength.
You tell yourself "tomorrow" or "it is not that bad."
But you can't even hear the music,
unless it tells of something sad.
All those songs that talk of promise! 
You just can't relate.
You care a little less each day until you're barely trying.
You get to work a little late, 
and no one is the wiser that your soul, inside is dying.
Then to wade through the hours and the bullshit, without a medal or a friend.
You go numb from lonliness and wish that it could end.
You escape reality through a day dream or a game, 
but duty calls your name.
You pack up your lunch and, with it, all your pain.
Then you paint your smile on, 
and shuffle off to start again.

Again, strong emotion here.  And it carries thru... I just think it could be distilled, shortened, thinned - maybe some lines even combined... so that its honed to a sharp edged weapon... that really stabs at the reader!
that's just my 2 cents.  good work!