connect.

who will you turn to

when you are at last ready to admit

that you need help

where will you go

where your tears won't become

a hailstorm

will you claim 

that your beating was unfair

though it will not matter

right or wrong

good or bad

it never matters

and you know it

but still

you will fight

an imaginary foe

again

new wounds

next to old scars

gained on the same battlefield

on which you raised yourself 

and every adversary

shares your very face

they keep coming

endlessly

this stubborn Pavlovian experiment

you've cast on yourself

begs you to realize

it's futility

so tell me

now that you've decided

that no one can be trusted

and your full-grown ego tells you

that you are the only one

and that no one could possibly understand...

such arrogance

keeps you well hidden

your fear of being vulnerable

will always win

until you let go

and let yourself

connect
...