Fragmented

When in his room the door locked shut

He’d come out of his shell

Expressing all he had pent up

Like breaking out of jail

He’d look into the mirror

And sing like rock stars on TV

He’d standup to the bullies

And impress girls joie de vivre

This pent-up alter ego

Would express both light and dark

Exaggerating things repressed

Their contrast being stark

For when he left his room

He was quite quiet and reserved

Conflicted by desires

Between reticence and verve

The private self does not always

Express the truth of soul

Unless the psyche fragments heal

We can’t claim to be whole