self Fed
Yesterday I asked a question and received an answer.
The inside me hurt.
The outside me played along.
Can it be a lie if everyone believes?
Today I asked a question and received an answer.
The inside me saw hope in reason.
The outside me smiled.
If no one sees anything wrong, then how can anyone say its wrong.
Now I ask a question of myself
The inside me wrestles with itself, tears at itself, feeds on itself.
The outside me comes out of a stare with that realization.
I’m self fed.