it reminds me of fear
fear of self
relationships are foiled when people don't know themselves.
perhaps I got it wrong but the essence is sadness and that part cant be denied.
I just read this aloud, and can picture the poetry slam you attended (via imagination and going to slams).
It's a wonderful piece and I think you're wonderful to slam it, and even tattoo the last line. 'Slam dunk'.
Thank you for sharing it now.
I wrote prosetry when I was first here and nobody thought about it until now. (I guess.) It's a rhythmic prose piece.