(Kindred)

My passive anxiety spikes surrounding my heart
I want to be aware
I feel my mind fading into the dark
I don't want to care
I write myself as if I could possibly matter
I don't want to leave
I think my brain an imposing tracker
My personality I bereave

Am I too analytical for my own good
Am I your comical for my old food
Am I running away from myself
Am I ignoring emotional stealth

At one point, I thought myself mature
I guess I lied (to myself)
Let it all bleed, freedom from the future
Hands emotion tied (to myself)

Revert to your childhood
Cereal drenched in blood
Kindness offered good
Cream of blatant mud