Psychtzo

I look in the mirror but dont recognize who I see

I see the inner demons coming out to play:

Four-year-old temper, 17-year-old attitude

Narccisistic as the rich b***h widow across the street,

Sarcasm, violence, depressed like the emo f***s who roam the mall.

Let me guess...its life?

f**k that.

Inhumane desires to kill, cut, maim, or maybe just hurt

Dont forget to smile, manners are important,

Be polite and respectful.

Psycho-babble-bullshit

Charming smile, sparkling personality

Glowing, but in a rhetorical sort of way

Let the reaper out of the cave, make her my deadly lover

Last option is death- last question,

Is it murder? or suicide?