Schizo

I, the center, am deeply afraid of myself, that head.
The moment I am alone here
Alone and really, with no one to echo to,
I see the little girl, its victim, creep in and crouch me
And pout in fear of her head,
A monster that makes me seek
and afraid of the mirror.
To sleep… my only salvation
Or float, ignore,
Although that sweet song never lasts long.
So many burnt bridges, separation estrangement,
I need to soften my pace
And slow my chase
To finally find home.
To love my self
Thus lose that ego
(That will to share
No more myself)
Is peace.