Roaches defy purity Yet it continues
A child shoved in an adults body
Craftsmanship pretty shoddy Spirals plus games I cannot play Atonements I could never pay Alone but not yet still afraid Being told I should have stayed A cascade of regret and yet I'm the threat
said the Thing alone in his head
“how many steps must i stay ahead of fear and self-doubt lest they figure me out and peel the skin I’ve twice shed?”
we share much more in common with monsters than we'd dare consider.
I am disconnected
from my entire self like these fingerprints I’ve known my whole life somehow aren’t mine. Out of body experiences and feeling like I’m on the outside looking in has become the norm. I’ve wiggled my way into these stories this background but I don’t belong here. Someone is going to notice call me out for being an imposter in my own life. I’ve existed for decades feeling like I’m living in someone else’s skin.
There was a man masquerading as me,
But I caught him by the collar And wrenched him out!
— The End —