The Dirty of Conceit

"ALONE I AM ME I COPE WITH WHO I AM I AM THIS CAPACITY THAT FACES EACH FEAT MYSELF IT WEARS ME DOWN TO ACCEPT MYSELF CLEARING OUT EVERY ADVERSARY TO THE MANY MENTAL MASSES CARRIED LIKE OBJECTS CONTAI..."

"PUSHING FROM THE INSIDE OUT, HAVE YOU COME TO FIX ME? MINUS ALL THE MINOR DETAILS, ARE YOU TO SAY I'M BROKEN? SHARPENING YOUR RAZOR EDGE, YOU'RE WANTING TO REPLACE ME. WANTING TO FILL IN THE CRACKS, Y..."

"I don't want to be this now, The fear of who I am. I want to suppress it down, Just let it drift away. Slipping into this other part of me, Until I'm crashing down On the other side. Goodbye uncertain..."

"I'm not torn down. This ache, Will not be in my side. No more like thorns surrounding me, Cutting through, Into the ribbons I've once tied. Spreading out, Like the lace that covers me, Washing clear,..."

"Another mist of an early morning, I lay back down with such contentment. I fail to acknowledge what's in the mirror. It does not show me who I am. It is flesh on bones with blood and water. Funny..."

"Let me not listen through these quiet times, Ones of slanderous echoes that mock my name. Let my thoughts be ears that block out the sound Of broken promises whispered through unsacred ties, Ones made..."