I’m not made for people
or in gods image or whatever you believe in
I was the short straw, pulled
and the monster in my brain is frothing at the mouth
for you to know this

I’m a facade of shapes I’ve tried to fit into
squeezing myself like a contortionist
trying not to be the rage
but I’ve come to this

Fuck it.
fuck it all and most of all fuck you
I’m a malignant schizoid narcaccist
just waiting for you to leave

I’ve got scars on my skin
who do you think marked this ruin?
I don’t need you
to hurt or heal me too
and it’s come to this

confessions of a cunt
skirting the edges on Tell me it’s not true
but we know it
so don’t break the silence now
I won’t hear you
over the screaming monster inside my head