What Makes Me Tick

What makes me tick is nothing you can see

Nothing you can grasp

Because its inside of me

That negative bug

It lives in my brain

You can't hear it

But it drives me insane

It makes me wonder: why am I here? What is my purpose?

It tells me to hate myself

And I put up a fight

But sometimes I listen to it

Late in the night

Please go away

It's all I ask

If the bug wont leave

I will never last.

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