Why do I do this to myself? I search for imperfections
Each and every day, Seas of life behind the smiles
Searching for signs, that’s beyond my grasp
Am I really growing? Am I really healing?
Try to clasp but the oversight is the same, I loathe myself each time
Death follows or it’s the same, such remoteness
We are the same, lost cores each found
I know this is wrong, something has to give
Just how’s this going to end? Or will it remain?
Tomorrow is a new day, I know how it begins
It’s always been the same, my psyche won’t let up
Tried to run, But I had to know
Regret it now, As I all ready recognized it
So is this a mistake? Is this reality?
What happens now? I know the destination
Separation at one point in time…
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I wrote a lot of poems when I flung myself through deep throes of self hate. I also wrote poems about escaping self-hate to heal. Martial arts, Asian influences, dragons, mythology, botany, nature, these themes were in my healing poems. Death to myself was in my self-hate poems. With poems about healing, I was demonstrating empathy for myself.
On the discovery-inclined side, something I experience a lot is in bold in Simon Baron-Cohen’s work The Science of Evil: On Empathy and the Origins of Cruelty.
Damage to the TPJ can lead not only to difficulties of judging someone’s intentions but also to out-of-body experiences, 53 while stimulation of the RTPJ can produce the eeri experience that someone else is present when there’s no one else with you. 54 Temporoparital Junction
If healing is in your line of thinking, empathy too, remember your dorsal and ventral Medial Prefrontal Cortex might be the cause of what bothers you. There are, and will be, solutions.
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