Better.

Insecurities

Tear my soul in two.

Flesh unmarked

Not all is as it seems.

Am I -

Not enough?

Too much?

All that I

Should be -

Strive to be?

Niggling earworms

Get out of my head.

My soul is not your bed.

But I fixate

Focus

Manipulate

The ideal self.

Live -

Without fear of opinion

My inner voice.

Is.

Screaming.

Drowned out

The waves of expectation

Crash, whip, silence.

Circling, prowling -

My goals need more time.

More energy.

Hello mother moonbeams,

The day is not enough.

Obsession has -

Reunited us.

Driving to the brink

The point

Unto which happiness rests.