Barely a writer
Barely writing  
Merely I’m fighting
With voices in my head

Nearly precisely
Preciously writing
Previously cutting
My separate selves

Ludicrously fighting
Showing off and hiding
Bragging around and slightly
Loosing my mind

I’m sliding
Then standing up and climbing

But after all I’m bounded
But not like them
Not grounded
Honestly compounded
Loosing control
I’m frightened


I’m on my own
Confiding
Chasing what good
Delighted
Following dream
Exciting

I’m letting go
Or leaving?
Perceptions
They’re deceiving

Living a dream
Or dreaming
Extending illusion
In and out
Bleeding

Life is confusing
I’m controversial
Seeking myself
Among other selves
Deceiving yourself
Who are you
for god’s sake?