True Self

there exists a twisted twig formed from distorted dreams perpetually poking at my mind and scraping away at my heart this damned contorted twig feeds on my stifled screams of agonies not left behind still ripping me apart I set it alight but it will not burn I dig a deep hole but it will not be interred a small twig with big fight there's nowhere for me to turn because this twig is my soul and this plight must be endured