I, the Monster
cowering in curtains
fearing your cutting truths
and numbing lies

I, the Fly
flitting by your eye
reminding you to check outside
make sure you appreciate how high
the moon?

I, the abandon'd
left with only fragrant memories
putrid emotions emerge
and I splurge on feeling bad once again

I, the Brave
facing daylight once again
just might fight to win
to feel pain is to live
you can rest when you've got
nothing to give

You, the Cause
ensuring I switch faces
and places
adapt to your unaccountability
for when I need you
you check out, mental tranquility

We, the Has Been, Is Being and Will Be
because we are the things that were
and will be again