This dark and ruthless self-doubt

Twists itself down my spine, down my legs,

And makes an embarrassing pool

of Guilty Blood for all to see.

'This is all I'll ever be.

... amounting to nothing when I bleed...

All the struggle to change, to become something more.

It's never enough.

One can't escape the great shadow

Of one's strangling roots

That cut suffocating wounds.

Death by a thousand hopeless cuts.'

Where do I belong?...

... Brave, people call me.
Stubborn is my family name.
But what's it all really,
When poisoned by a sick brain?