Ids and shadow selves
Wandering around
Forgotten like leftovers
Of unwanted takeaway
Neglected and repressed
Fed by our collective values
And abusive behaviours
A selfless act of a conscious psyche

In a disruptive reality
Used as an antidote for the painful truth
Failing to fail
Just to stay hurt
Missing the obvious
But dreaming of the unknown
Like great artists we admire
The self-orchestrated theft of our lives

Fallen short of an ideal that doesn’t exist
Not even in our thoughts
We wander around
Cultivating dullness and immorality
Covering our tracks with false beauty and self-esteem
Leaving our souls behind
Hiding the madness
Once called LOVE