Do we truly know ourselves?
Is a reflection true?
Is the reflection of the reflection
(What others see)
True?
What can be more true than
The me that I know
Which does not exist?
I do not know myself
But neither do you.

As time goes by
My thought flutter from my skull
Running into the walls of this house
"I have no home"
It's been true for a long time
But I think about how I feel here
At "home"
I feel angry
Stressed
I feel bitter
And I am becoming cold.
My mask starts to break, my emotions obvious
I don't want to be readable
I want to hide
I am here to help others after all
How I feel doesn't matter in the slightest
The slightest
All I need for my life to have been good?
Sweatpants
Music
My love
And I'm ready for anything thrown at me
Life swings wildly
But I've had training
And I know how to repair myself if I'm hurt
I'll run and never stop
The cold cannot touch me
Naked but for my sweats
I can withstand anything
Any man
Any challenge
I can do this.
Three things are all I need
How can I help you?

Watch out for the potatoes.  They will find you, and they will smell you.  When they taste you, run.  You will have infinite time to escape, so go while you still can.  I won't hold them off!  The room is white, I am not.  I am a very light brown, like all "white" men and cats.  Except cats, of course.  And polar bears.

As a writer, there is only so much to write
Before long, every interesting metaphor and
Violent word will be taken and used up.
It gets old to write sad or dark things
And happy things require happiness to pen
Joy imbued within the ink.
There is simply not enough
And it always feels like pretense anyway.

I must hurt
Digging in
Tormenting you without end
Except at the end
The whip searing your flesh
Pulling your skin apart
Only to become the spit in your wounds
And I have the nerve
To be the hammer
Pounding nails into your feet
The words in your head
Jeering
Laughing at your suffering
And now I have the
Unbelievable nerve to think I know what I'm doing
When I am the one who did the most damage.
Forgive me
On my knees I have no other thought
Forgive me
Please please pleasepleasepleaseplease
Forgive
I torment you so
Yet, in your presence,
All I can feel is
Joy.

I feel lost without loss bringing the feeling
Lost without you
My love
The one who makes my life livable
A reason to wake in the morning
And to fall asleep
Because I dream of you
I'm with you always
But times like now
I need your embrace
Your soft warmth pressed against me
Is all that it takes to bring me peace
Your quiet whimpers when you fall asleep
Snuggling close in the way that I love.
I need you right now.

How does my mind work?
In numbers and letters
Things sorted by logic
Or emotion?
Both have been true
Both false
Sometimes the same
It always made sense at the time
The thing is
Emotion is unstable
It falls apart and changes at the drop of a
Cat
I like cats
It's too bad that I have an allergy.
I never used to...
Perhaps this tendency towards emotion
Is a new allergy
But I'm unsure
Do I mind?