The Root

by jesssouthwood

All in pursuit
Of the root of me
The truth of me
We try to identify
The start of my heart
The cause of my flaws
The science of my emotional reliance
Do I intend harm?
Or is this martyrdom?
Or an alarming addiction to drama?
I feel so thick
Sick with it
Only an idiot
I suppose
Would know themselves so little
I’m turned to tiny fragments of mirror
And in those myriad reflections
So many different interpretations of
Why

Then I wonder if the problem is going to Therapy in the first place.