Conflict

Don't you think

If it was as easy as just turning my mind off,

That I would've done that?

You don't understand what it's like

To have a brain that works like multiplication

Where a positive and a negative make a negative

To be jealous of Prometheus

Because it was only his liver that he lost every day

ONCE! Once a day!

While I am being eaten bit by bit

Every minute of my life

Toyed with

By the words in my own mind

You'll never be good enough

You're not smart enough

Nobody likes you

You're a loser

Only to be regurgitated when they're done

To start again.

And I'm so afraid

That they're right

I don't even notice they've already made a home.


...

Now

It seems like all I can do

Is wait for


Fear
Antipathy
Insecurities
Lethargy
Unhappiness
Rejecton
Emptiness

To destroy me for good.