I'm the villain of my own life
I overthink everything I do
I poison myself with deadly thoughts
I delineate that I'm alright
till I betray myself by plunging a knife through my heart
I'm beginning to think I'm my greatest enemy of all time
the threads of my heart are forever tied 
rooted to the ground
​restraining me
Why is it so hard for me to accept the way I am
how hard is it to love me
instead, I keep slipping into the spiral of self-hate
I wish I was my love interest
my hearts made of porcelain
my brains made of stone
when will I balance the see-saw of life
or hating and loving myself
why is it so hard to be happy