Time and time again,
I say I don’t care,
but suddenly, I feel weak, drowsy,
and can’t seem to leave my cocoon; called room.
I say I’m okay and even try to force a smile,
but somehow I can’t manage to keep it plastered.
My body betrays me.
I scream at it!
If you are not for me, then you are against me.
Why have you made me vulnerable?
Are we not me?
So why do you seek to destroy me by revealing what our mind hides?
How can such an integral part of me be programmed to hurt me?
We are not me,
There’s me, there is my body and there is I.
Me, my body and I.
The Making 