are are you are

[praenomenepoch]

I’ve been giving myself license to become something I attest to not being
A deplorable series of events and ramifications is the core of my life now
Some half strung existence that coasts on drama over finer stabilities

Much of me does not want anything to work
Much of me wants everything to work
There’s too much of me inside that I cannot say on the outermost shell of myself

I can tell this to you, or anyone but it won’t matter

For I shall hurt you
End this
And be as I am always