Aspect

With a nervous tick

I mumble the truth I can't admit

Shoved it into the recesses of my mind

With the rest of the distresses I hope to never find

Isolating from even myself

To protect my mental health

It was clear even when I was young

That integrating my shadow had to be done

This negative side of me is so empty

There's neither friend nor enemy

An aspect of absent affect

Taking away my ability to connect

My guise a hooded figure

A void for a face to remember