The Latest Issue Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

I am one part inability and two parts instability.
At the midpoint between my persona's
I feel pulled in either direction.
Just a moment to reflect would be nice,
Before I'm carted off and carved up.
I'm certain I'm a head case that they'd love to dissect.
I only wish I could know what is causing my twitch,
And my bouts of anxiety.
I can say I'd prefer depression to these nerves.
It's an easier emotion to manage.
I have brought shame on myself
And spilled it onto my family.
Why is this place I come to write so dark?
It feels damp and inescapable
And it makes my pulse rise.
For a single moment I found myself divided in thirds,
Each presenting an argument
And each attacking the other.
It was like I watched a hidden caucus,
Through the spider-like branches of trees.