I’ve found,
as I grow

Or rather
as I degrade
My mental health


Or rather
As I begin to
spoil

Or rather
As I go through
More and more
Abuse

Or rather
As I go through
more and more
Partners

Or rather
As I go through
More and more
And more
And more,

I begin to wear masks
that don’t belong to me

I pick up bits and pieces
Of who I used to be
And try to put it back together
But I can never find
all the pieces

So I add in
Whatever fragments
I can
to fill the voids
And finally make
a semi-cohesive
facade

-more and more as I get older, I like to play pretend.