I like myself, I hate myself,
Push, pull, crack
His steps dance around the edges of my mind,
One step in, I shove him back,
The ferocity and causal pain,
Now I seek to bury him,
And not look at where he’s lain,
I bite my tongue, I whack my head,
I think that I am dead,
I don’t know what to do, as all memories turn to shame,
My mouth can’t speak the name,
Which I so glibly said so much,