Irony

Thu, 04/01/2021 - 17:20 -- HailsM

I am the human contradiction. 

 

I have no self confidence.

Yet I have a massive ego.

 

I want to turn my life around.

Yet I want to die.

 

I want people to think I have no weakness.

Yet all I want to do is cry.

 

I want to be the best at everything.

Yet I don’t want to try.

 

I want to stop hurting myself.

But that’s all I seem to do.

 

I don’t want people to see my scars.

Yet I want them to know I am scarred.

 

When I wake up I want to be happy.

But I don’t want to wake up anymore.

 

I am a breathing, living, walking contradiction to human existence.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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