I watch the world around me in all of its perfection,
Knowing I don’t belong I am but a blemish on its face.
Bad, reject, disgrace.
I pull in the essence; it makes me feel better,
Suddenly the pain lifts, I feel light as a feather.
How did I get here? A place where I belong,
It feels so right, when I know it’s wrong.
I lost myself, this is me recreated,
I know I should change, and its self debated.
But I always close the subject before I do what’s right,
I know I’m not strong enough to win this fight.
I’ll climb this thunderous Mountain,
Cross this Death Valley,
I just beg those who once loved me,
Don’t forget about me.
Not who I am now, Lost in a daze,
But the old me, from the once good days,
When I didn’t do these treacherous things,
With all the happy, goodness I would bring.
Unfortunately, the world’s perfection can bring you down,
Take who you are and flip it around.
Until all that’s left is but a fragment,
So you form deadly attachments.
This is who I am now, thanks to your perfect world!
Everything I am came unfurled.