I confess, I'm a mess
I'm self-mutilated
Selfish and full of self-hatred
A bed of nails and roses both
A dreamer's dream
A hangman's rope.
I feel deeply what I won't speak
My eyes burn but never leak
I long to be loved
But hate being touched
And nothing I do is ever enough
I'm so fully diluted
That I'm self-deluded
Into thoughts that turn spirits tame
The more I do different
The more things are the same
I'm so lost, gone crazy
Yet insanely sane
If I contradicts me
Then how can I change?
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