When I’m alone, your voice has reign
And I succumb every time;
To untruths of the deepest pain,
From where no prospect can climb.
When I’m alone, you speak no love
Of me or the work I’ve done.
Not a single piece you’re proud of;
Not a single prize I’ve won.
When I’m alone, I become you;
A shell of who I could be.
So deeply so it becomes true.
The real me, left for debris.
When I’m alone, I can’t create
For fear of what you will say.
Failed first attempt: you are irate,
The predator caught its prey.
When I’m alone, the torment grows,
You poked something you just killed.
But from the dead a chance arose –
The chance to create and build;
A real artist.