an analogy of picking ourselfs apart while overlooking the obivous |
A green strand of frayed yarn A repulsive sweater worn too long I pull the fray, in hopes of ruin With sly apprehension, as though it hides what I'm doing The threads unknit, but the form never strays This covert destruction is taking me days Attached to each knot is a bundle of words Mainly lies, excuses, and explanations absurd I think back, reflecting, on how I obtained This wrapping of yarn, of which I'm so ashamed The more I unwrap it, the more loosely it fits Turning from clothing, to netting... Now i'm trapped in these pits I try to untangle, to remain somewhat unmangled... To set fire to these threads of truth from which I dangled I swallow my pride, start again, get relaxed With such simple answers why am i so perplexed? Wait! This yarn, I became razzled, while it remained strong Is this not my burden, my decay, misery? I am wrong I rest my eyes, open my mind, take a much closer look In sickness with solidity, the truth of my actions caught me like a hook I awaken, cloaked in shadows, curled hiding in my hole, so vicious and destructive, I was only maiming my own soul My salvation was my victim, drowning in my own remorse This frayed green sweater, ugly as ever, was my lone chance of recourse I put an end to this numbness, my self abuse screams it won't matter I'm winning life this time... its not a shirt. Its a ladder! This ugly green yarn, so profound an unassuming turned into my badge, my demonds own undoing |