The chaos, the frustrations
It all seeps from your pores like an infection
How can something so positive become negative within an instant?
You crush and demolish
As though you are a dump truck
Crumbling any ounce of happiness away
You can do no wrong
That's what you want to hear
That's what you believe
But that is all fictitious
A fabrication of who you really are
Because if you truly saw yourself
You would see that you are just as broken as others
You are just as impure.
Not one person is better than you,
But dammit not one person is less than you either.