Self-aware

It’s scary to think of myself in such terms

Ones that labels me,

Boxes me in,

Resides under the presumption that I’m always okay

Sometimes I feel like running away,

Hiding myself away,

Crying, screaming; telling myself:

I don’t always have to be so self-aware.

Watch me rip my demons from my soul,

I present them vulnerable to you

I lay them down to be shown

Let them be known.

Even the self-aware become unstable sometimes,

Unable to grasp their thoughts and control their minds