no one could
accept me
until i
accepted myself
and i was locked
in a downwardspiral
hiding away
scared in a hell
perpetuated by
my own miswired
self deception

an improved take
on the same bipolarity
with a shiny new
acceptance for the
sudden shifts
unreliant upon
the vacuous gaze
of insecure goddesses
who only arrive for
thunderous praise
yet shrink away
when it comes to
answering any prayers

new and unimproved
a collector’s edition
flawed figurine
in its original
packaging slightly
worse for wear
yet undaunted by
the passage of time
as the sleepy fool
stretches after a long
cold winter pretending
to hibernate in a web
of my own I willingness
to accept what i am