I am two mes. Two sides to one brain. My mind is a battleground, logical and real me. They completely take over, but are good at turns, for they don’t overlap, just quickly switch turns.
I rely on my blades to take pain away. As the quick motion stings and blood drips from my veins, I breathe my first breath and I feel like I’m free. One turns to two, two turns to three. I don’t care who sees, I can finally breathe.
But release becomes shame as the blood wipes away and logical kicks in while my scars remain. I clear my tears and pull down my sleeves, “what have I done? Who have I become?”