Fear and i'm not good
enough
and what i am in utter
essence
is a travesty and i
bleed
just to prove my blood is the same
color
when no one thought to doubt but
me
and if i'm selfish and ugly
inside
then my eyes would refuse to
cry
but i just got done forgetting how to
breath
eyes little rivers and i felt ashamed
ashamed
like i was dirty and couldn't find my way to
grace
like grace was something real and i
feel
better and worse, narcissist
drowning
in my own reflection
unending
conceptions of possibilities lost like
multiple
choice questions got wrong though it was
one
in four in one in four no
more
and i theorize that a perfect circle is a
black
hole