a mirror, if you must sit not alone but with yourself until you face thy Self otherwise no one ever can feel within feel without no other can then hand you doubt to be mistaken as something you think you need to keep
don't be too surprised if you come home to find the liquor cabinet relinquished empty bottle in my right hand thinking it's my first drink picked up a box of toxins I'll keep inhaling 'til the room spins it seems I'm not too keen on living distilled & fermented liquids bring out all of my indifference
it feels innate never relating I follow you up the stairs but we arrive at alternate lairs your inner child throws tantrums while mine cries in hiding places that no one's ever destined to find