We do this to ourselves,

push ourselves to some deluded welcoming

in the mirror, where we greet ourselves

with mock acceptance.

As if our minds could agree to stop,

once principal has proved it's worth.

I have watched, as a stranger took over my flesh

and stripped it down, yet I'm still a former shadow.

We test ourselves, test our very limits of humanity,

asking 'at what point do I become ill',

walking the very line between life and living.

They watch us upon our pyres, waiting for us to be whole again,

reunited with our sanity.

What sanity?

What's sanity.