In the End You Must be You

Open it,

swing it open, damnit,

push against the musty

carpet, push against the

rotting two-by-four you

nailed there with that

gavel, you caved and

their criticisms made

you a judge, I mean

Christ, you tore out

parts of you because

they told you to,

whatever happened

to that story with the

cliff and the sheep,

you’ll let them herd

you over the edge,

sheer you naked before

you realize what truly

matters is what

you locked behind that

fucking door just to try

and fit in.