Under my shield
Who am I
I am scared
I am unsure
I am faulty
I am destroyed
I am only part of a whole
undone by the maelstrom of slurious thoughts
and schizophrenic tendencies
of those around me

I am scarred
with thoughts
emotions and whatnot
culled from the miserly
and hateful past of my being

Abhorring them
and yet being them
It is true you become your parents
or at least what you see when you were a child.

I have swallowed Medusa's blood
but yet I will find my own Theseus to save me
from that Gorgonite's clasp.

This I promise myself