i live a contradiction
self-worth that is too high whilst being too low
i want to be noticed, yet the imploring eyes annoy me,
scare me, and i question my reason for existence
seemingly two people in one body, fighting for dominance
what am i supposed to be?
sideshow, or main attraction?
to fuse the two together seems perfection,
but impossible
life haunts me, yet death seems childish
damn confusion, i beg for clarity
i plead for security, for a new innocence
but innocence hardly exists
i long for a death, all my fresh starts have resulted from a death
suffocating life, yet i live
but whose life is it? |