Fixes

I wish I could cut my emotions
as easily as I cut my hair.
I wish I could change myself
like the outfits that I wear.
I wish joy was easy to find
like the rest in falling asleep.
I wish feeling insecure
was just a far-fetched bad dream.

But this is my ineptitude
and I can't unlearn myself.
I can't undo my neural paths
or the damage they have dealt.
And I fear I'm caving in
and my ruse is falling apart
-I can't hide the ache
that's swelling in my heart.