Funny how when I try to get better
I move ten steps back.
My own personal hater,
fighting an internal vendetta,
negatively criticising.
But the more I beat myself up,
with these cold,hard words,
control quickly flees from my grip.
My vision gets bleary
I'm constantly weary
I am going crazy
So out of control!
These words weigh me down - oh so heavy!
Why am I so foolish?
When will they love me?
Faster than I can throw myself the next punch,
I find that I have moved way off track.
My purpose - lost
My hope - all gone
Insanity - imposed
My heart beats but I am dead.
Me - my worst enemy - I dread.
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