Journey of id

Self is a journey hood that begins when were born,

one that continues long after we’re worn

who, what, where is the id…when is id negated,

will id become it when self is degraded

Innocence hi-jacked before id could count,

identity replaced w/ loathing and doubt

incestuous infection, affection planted the seed,

cognitive of sensual-prowess before id could read

You run like a girl, throw like a girl, cry like a girl…the little girl’s light is dim

give me some time I’ll make her strong to be more like him…the one they all admire for his ability to win.

If she could be he, we could make the guilt warm,

mindful to remain still… in the eye of the storm

Who do they become…the ire of ashes?

Id becomes the entity that exists only in flashes

Look them in the eyes and deliver the lies

ego in the mirror is who id really despises

Worthy less, broken and hollowed

childless woman never to be hallowed

Search for my worth within a face

pleasure, pain, and fear becomes the saving grace

Precipitation, of the evaluation, is the evolution of my polarization, hidden in desperation,

fraternization becomes temptation, dissolves into infatuation, your demise is cyclical to ones own placation-pacification

What does it mean? Self is only existent within an idea of identifiable identity,

One thing is certain.. self, will never be me.