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I wish I could envelope someone into my being.
I want one person to understand the frightening mess that is my mind.

I cannot.

I can’t let anyone into this self constructed cage.
I am my own torturer, my own slave master, my own worst enemy.

I want to be free.

Yet, I willingly drown in my self constructed horrors.
I might be able to escape, were not my mind and body battling one another.

I am in a dance.

My body swirls harmonious poison to my blood and cells,
Creating a destructive tango that wrecks havoc not only on my body, but my mind.

I am trapped.

I yearn to escape, but exhaustion and laziness take me,
Half produced by my flawed body, the other by my flawed character.

I must hide.

I hide from that which I long for more than anything,
Someone who understands my damaged mind and body, yet stays by me.

I am sinking.

Into the mire of my imperfections and fears, I fall.
I reach my arms out, but run and cling to the pain I wish to escape.

I am lost.

But I cannot be found by the savior that I seek,
When I am the one willingly running further into the wood of my destruction.

I shall hope.

There is a small flame in the darkness of my being
That illuminates the frightening mess of my body and mind.

Description
I wish I could envelope someone into my being.
I want one person to understand the frightening mess that is my mind.

I cannot.

I can’t let anyone into this self constructed cage.
I am my own torturer, my own slave master, my own worst enemy.

I want to be free.

Yet, I willingly drown in my self constructed horrors.
I might be able to escape, were not my mind and body battling one another.

I am in a dance.

My body swirls harmonious poison to my blood and cells,
Creating a destructive tango that wrecks havoc not only on my body, but my mind.

I am trapped.

I yearn to escape, but exhaustion and laziness take me,
Half produced by my flawed body, the other by my flawed character.

I must hide.

I hide from that which I long for more than anything,
Someone who understands my damaged mind and body, yet stays by me.

I am sinking.

Into the mire of my imperfections and fears, I fall.
I reach my arms out, but run and cling to the pain I wish to escape.

I am lost.

But I cannot be found by the savior that I seek,
When I am the one willingly running further into the wood of my destruction.

I shall hope.

There is a small flame in the darkness of my being
That illuminates the frightening mess of my body and mind.