I am not my diagnosis I swear
To myself, as I scratch at my skin as I rip, and I tear
Because I want out of here as I can’t see past the glare
As I perpetuate the victim in my pity party with screams of “it’s not fair”
That I attached myself to others like a tether that only inevitably leads back to my lair
And everything living here was caught in a snare
A snare. A snare.
Please beware
I promise as much as I am the cage that I am also the living thing trapped in there
The bars are constructed of nights fighting to stay
Begging myself but the words are cut off at the airway
And the only key is embedded too deep inside this hollow chest that has become the prey
Cannibalistic as this soul eating disease won’t go away
And with all the chunks missing I still can’t find the key anyway
So, I sit in this cage and somehow, I make it through one more day