What good am I if I’m just flesh and bone,
When I scare away everyone that’s mattered?
My mind is a tangle of misinterpretations;
Self-loathing and doubt takes its reigns.
My mouth spills barely thought through words
And my brain never anticipates their depth,
The lasting effect, how wrong they are.
My emotions get the best of me,
Pushing my reaction without a second guess
And leaving destruction in its wake.
My conscience is covered in self-made scars:
Always trusting the wrong people,
Putting too much effort in those underserving
Yet somehow hurting the people who do.
I set fire to everything I love.
For ruining this, I will always blame myself.
So as the field burns around me,
Flames licking at my skin,
Leave me to the crows.
