April | 2026 | pisceanesque

There’s a part of me, tiny,
that wants to rebel, when the rest of my me-ness
wants only to gel with my whole, with my soul,
with my actions and thoughts, but the part of me,
lonely, seeks not what it ought

So I dangle from carrots and chase all my wants
while my needs watch the action with paraplegic taunts,
and the piece of me, hiding, that completes my perfection
instead leads me quickly into full self-rejection

The voice in my head wears me down with its yearning,
though still I do listen without ever learning, and
with each bite addiction grows,
while I only want to run
but I’m stuck to this person in cement shoes for one

I can feed my depression, and a part of me loves it,
but the bigger part tightens the chains while I chew,
as a larger me passes time suffering in silence –
regret dripping puddles from the eyes I once knew

Soon I am drowning and crying for help,
but the megaphone 1% continues to yelp,
and I find myself sinking
and shrinking away
while I wait for the rest of my parts to be saved