Sheltered

 

 

 

I fall to pieces

 

Awakened by this disillusion

 

And I am torn,

 

As I realize our dysfunction

 

Was what defined me

 

Unwilling to admit

 

I’m a victim

 

Of myself

 

But this can’t be,

 

I laugh hysterically

 

Have I gone mad?

 

Is this anger and obsession

 

Why I keep coming back?

 

Is this half hearted attempt to love

 

Who we really are?

 

I stumble, beaten by my own insecurities

 

And I am once again alone

 

As I realize that I am not the only

 

Unhealthy one.

 

I am not the only poison.

 

I am merely one in a sea of millions

 

And I am not a victim of myself

 

But a victim to this thing I can love.