at times, i'm okay,  
others, i'm reminded of what i have not,  
i feel the panic,  
and look for the immovable to cling to,  
the imaginary will do,  
but the lid still rumbles,  
and i won't peek,  
because i know what stews,  
in this bottomless cauldron,  
of self-sabotage,

when i'm seen,  
your unwitting invitation i'll accept,  
little did you know,  
you summoned a curse,  
and one day you'll recollect,  
this exact event,  
and see me as i saw myself seen,  
attracted to the light,

careful now, you'll wound yourself,  
wouldn't that be a shame,  
as i prepare my gauze,  
and the gutting of your identity,