Mixed Emotions
Almost everything hurts, but maybe
being treated like you’re nothing hurts most.
I analyse everything, I take notes.
But they are conjuring my thoughts, I see ghosts.
Everybody wants to get rid of me like a
common cold.
Am I a liar?
Maybe I’m the devil. I bring fire because
they blame me for their mistakes and devour.
I’m ridiculed. Pitiful. Do I need an arsenal to
obtain some power? Why do you only see me
as an Autumn dead flower?
My insanity is inescapable. My reality is perishable.
And my demise is inevitable. Am I really that insatiable
that I don’t appreciate the odium you cause?
Inside my heart snow falls. Ignoring your calls
and admiring your lose.
You say you love me. I yell get away from me
I’m a lost course. I’m phasing to the ghost you
treated me as. I want to haunt you until you
tighten the noose around your neck. And stick
the knives in your back. I will be all you’ll creep.
Neither death nor life will be the help you seek.