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