The cool air tinged with summers end
The rage inside is on
Dreaming in the night of temper tantrums
The return of imbalance complicates
My mind
In tummies turning I have to be blind to even see the truth of myself
In mirrors broken reflection
There is no significance to this struggle
The end will come before I am over this inconclusion this fight this argument in my head the perception of torture clear to me
It's clear to me now
Some how I pull out of here
