Incredibly twisted, this mental brick wall
I hit,over and over, gaining the determination.
I willingly put my game face on.
Pounding and pounding until that moment,
The wall comes crashing down.
Will the “me” I want be truly found?
Will the love I know I harbor…
Find its way into my excrescent heart?
Incredibly twisted, my very own mind…
It strives to torture, the “ego” afraid…
Fighting for its place, to remain in its state.
I see you, I acknowledge you are not “me”…
So I contest, watch your devilish ways.
You will not take over… not tomorrow nor today.
Incredibly twisted, “ego” there is no room for you to stay.
© bipolarmuse 2012