Indulgence in thoughts my abusive mind uses
To induce this confusion
That leads me to a crisis of loneliness
A license to use words of holiness
To rip to shreds any attempts
Made to get over this
Is all of this just indulgence?

No, these thoughts, they are
Worth being heard, being spoken
No matter how absurd, or broken
But not worth being kept
Or being nurtured like a pet
Like a cat that doesn’t stop biting and scratching
Regardless of all its visits to the vet
To snip off its claws
What am I governed by?
Self-proclaimed laws
That hold me back,
Peel at the wound till its raw
Again
Do I deserve this? Who’s to say?
Or is it good as long as he, she, they,
It, say it’s okay?
In chemistry, I would be amphoteric
Nothing generic, but I would rather be a salt
To end this aggressive assault
On my mind, from my unkind
Ness, leave it behind
Not forgotten, but put aside
I will remedy this sick mentality
With poise and gentle congeniality
Cure is not out there,
it’s a formula yet to be made,
And I will make it, alone
But you are welcome to participate