facing myself I feel what is not accepted,
enjoy being that which is neglected.
peel back the lies one fingernail at a time,
left with only an empty shell of what I’d hoped was mine.
following, watching, waiting for the moment to pass me by,
one more tear drop to power the hate machine in my eye.
believe what you cannot grasp and question what is in your hand,
the simplistic thoughts of a child never turn out as planned.
how do you treat a wound when its all you’ve ever known,
argue what you believe and open up to what you cannot condone.
we are all strangers walking our own circles of life,
we each want to believe we are one cut above the knife.
so compiled are another pocket full of thoughts pushed to the back of the shelf,
and I stand here learning to accept what I feel facing myself.