A single utterance of words
& I've calculated my self worth.
I HAVE to be better than they...
But how much of myself do I weigh.
Where's it begin, or rather, does it stop.
How much of myself have I lost in this spot?
When did my past again become my present?
Why is my mind in this state at this second?
Why did I return to stare at this shackle?
How do I again find myself in this battle
With these personalities of alternate?
How is it that I've seemed to alter it?
It, being a psychological state of mind.
Me, being a pathological string of lies
With ever-changing glass wall defenses,
A never ending spewing of repentance.
So I'll keep on feeding you these false definitions,
So long as you continue to ignore my own self-conflictions.
