Always a sound of screaming and whisper,
Following,
But just out of sight.
Never letting me keep my head silent,
Just on the edge,
Holding me tight.

Their grasp,
Always slowly twisting my neck.
They’re desperate to show me a piece of myself,
A wall,
Stopping what I’d hate to believe.
My mouth spits out lies with nothing to give.

It’s so easy to break
An image,
A puzzle,
When my every thought has a reason for cracks.
I must keep in my mind
A notion,
A tunnel,
As I rip out a brick and let it collapse.

Never let them escape.

Always think,
Breathe,
Stop,
Now quiet.
Don’t say a word.
Don’t let yourself speak.
Hold these feelings I hate within reach of your heart.
You create them,
I conceal them.
You speak to yourself,
As if I’m trying to blame someone else
And that someone is still me,
More creature,
Less man.
So never let yourself break free,
For your every utterance will shatter the facade,
Consciously crafted to cage the unconscious.
I beg of you, fade away someday,
But for now, watch me,
The liar,
And spare me,
The victim.
Our victim.
My own self.