The Losing of Myself
For all that you have taken from me,
It's the Self that I should've been.
One, whole, righteous, good man.
A strong, capable, loving being.
But instead, you have left us Three
For we cannot bear the weight of your crime as one.
Three, do you hear? THREE!
Where One should have been, now there are Three!
One is me, or I should say myself.
A man to show the world, yet born of failure.
Functioning, yet horribly flawed.
Not what God intended, but formed by patchwork.
Decided to at least be what you can never be!
Another is the child you wounded
And felt so low about himself, he took my hurt,
MY HURT, the one I EARNED, because I could not
Bear it. Because he felt he deserved no better.
A child who wants to love, but can never deserve it
Because of what you gave him.
Then there is Vengeance, Righteous Anger,
Who can't bear to be so weak again.
He would kill you, kill you all, if I gave
Him warrent to. Bathe this world in the
Blood of YOUR sin! A mojo who fears no one
And resents only myself apart from the evil ones.
Resents me because I am weak, that I have a heart,
That I view you, even you, as worth to live.
The weight of your crime is on not One but Three.
Surely this should give you pause,
Because of you, Three hunt you,
And will gain the revenge that One can't have.
The loss of self is the worst thing.
Peace and love,
There are reasons I'm taking medication. They're called "other people." - Me, displaying my anti-social tendancies