– Fractured –
I am tired of this cosmetic image.
My damage has become a scene.
I feel the visceral reality of rage.
I let my frustrations fly.
This is a brutal battle of wills;
Me, Myself, and I;
My second self returns in kind,
grinds me down to nothing.
I tear us apart into a further schism,
throw her back and forth
into the walls within my mind,
each of us aiming for the heart,
each of us rising out
to claim the highest ground.
Where will it end this time?
My pride is the bruise of a fractured ego
that can never be fully healed.
I hold fast to my self deception,
move deeper within that part of me
which has already been hidden,
so that I will never be truly revealed.