Maybe

Maybe what I am is a personality.

An invincible entity

that believes in true love

A persona strapped to tortuous connection,

searching for release

Maybe what I need is distance.

From the lashings of kinship

and the realities of society

From myself, and the hatred

seeping from between her teeth

Maybe what I want is freedom.

To destroy the handcuffs of expectation

and the manipulations of the trusted

To escape the traits that frighten me

I am a scattered mind,

dripping in conceit.