Lock myself away in the recesses of my mind,
Unraveling the knot of my ID that has been kept tied in a bind,
Working on this tangle of strings my fingers get sore,
As droplets of blood drip onto the floor,
As I tug on the strings the knot simply tightens,
Which adversely causes my anxiety to steadily heighten,
And I’m left feeling defeated and betrayed,
As the ends of my duality are left tattered and frayed.
Juxtaposed To A Fault 