Sell me a possible world where my mind's made up,
Remind me of how the horizon settles the sun
At a distance.
Or how subtle breezes tickle a trauma response
In dissonance.
Tell me I'm unwise to hunt triggers
And confront inner-child tantrums
Because I “deserve better”.
But ‘better’ grows your ego
While I aim to deflate mine.
And maybe you can treat me right
But the vibrance of a sunset
Is a one-sided experience,
Only practicable of viewing
From this little blue dot.
Elaborating onto identity
Will always be a solo journey
As I'm not here
To be mended by you,
Or change anyone else.
I just want to remember how to feel
And become whatever is myself.