The in-between phase
The same old dragon
Showing it's face at every new phase
Yes, the form may be different
But it's the same....same lies.
A hug...
Mere, but how could I not have seen it?
But is it really the hug?
No. It is me.
There's something inside of me
That cries to belong,
A yearning that changes form and character
But ever present to rear its ugly head.
It is not about you. It never has been.
It is about me.
About that thing within that I can't seem to shake off
Showing it's face at every new phase
Yes, the form may be different
But it's the same....same lies.
A hug...
Mere, but how could I not have seen it?
But is it really the hug?
No. It is me.
There's something inside of me
That cries to belong,
A yearning that changes form and character
But ever present to rear its ugly head.
It is not about you. It never has been.
It is about me.
About that thing within that I can't seem to shake off
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