Flit and float from one circle unto the next, Leaving pain and sorrow in your wake,
Never let anyone get too close, A cheap replica of something fake,
For fear that they will see what you don’t want, misdirect through maneuverability,
Things you see as ugly, An inconsolable reclusive mass of vulnerability,
Cut the lines into your arms to carve out the bits you do not want,
Then cover it up with the sinners culture as a means to taunt,
Running and hiding from what you’ve done and those who fret,
Swim out into the ether in a vain attempt to drown your regret,
As those that care about you throw tethers to try and bring you back to shore,
Just ignore their pleas and swim out farther till you hear them no more,
Never let anyone too close is something you avow,
You can only tread water for as long as your ego will allow,
Until your head goes under the waves drowning you in a sea that is your own,
Baser instincts will come back to reap what you’ve sown.
Juxtaposed To A Fault 