You seem to have the wrong idea
I have one face but six layers
And each dip you go further into
Black obis and hollow space
No light at the end of the tunnel

    I wrote you a sonnet when I was
    Devoted and committed to the idea of one love
    One single entity to circulate a set of rules
Guidelines
    You’re my marker for each page but
    You’re starting to tear
    And I threw away that ratty glue gun yesterday

Tomorrow is farther down the road
And I am stuck in a congested traffic in
The middle of nowhere
Next to a sign that says Do Not Return: Instant Failure Ahead

I’m staring at the TV
It’s big and white like that ghost inside my head.
There’s no sound
Just hard silence
       I feel like my ears are bleeding
And that little girl inside me in screaming
                                     And my eyes are on fire
                                              And I want to go home.

Hours
         Days
               Weeks
                        Months
How long have I been here?
Where did you put my time?
Don’t take what isn’t yours
It’s mine
Mine
I am the ruler of this land
         Of this tower
                   Of this bench in the park