We step through the strands of my life
Trying to tease out god knows what
My symptoms of shortcoming
And though I appreciate the necessity
I begrudge the incessant defeats
Laid bare by your questioning
My subsequent days
A heartrending maze
Of forgetting this reality
Who else made to face
Every fault in its place
Confirming a story I can’t accept lovingly
The proof of my humanity
So much easier to see
Removed from your scrutiny
Undeserving of connection
That isn’t deemed delusion
Making my life sacrifice
To your all-knowing eyes
Straining the strings
That feel puppet things
Am I no more
Than another’s occupation?
