A nest made of thoughts, this
head which never rests does
itself no justice, but
lots of damage when I
let it kick around dead
memories of us, trash
left over after you
dumped me for my perverse
persona you never
could get past, no, none of
that now, no more putting
on the mask you only
want because you won’t look
upon what you can’t touch,
all those scars of mine I’m
no longer afraid to
own, what I’ve done for too
long too much for me to
face, but now, for once, I’m
not ashamed, I’m free, I
never was yours to break.