I'm cold. I'm ugly. I'm always confused by everything. I can stare into a thousand eyes, but every smile hides a bold-faced lie. It itches, it seethes. It festers and breathes. My heroes are dead. They died in my head. Thin out the herd. Squeeze out the pain. Something inside me has opened up again. Thoughts of me exemplified. All the little flaws I have denied. Forget today, forget whatever happened. Everyday I see a little more of overall deficiencies. I'm nothing short of being one complete catastrophe. I save all the bullets from ignorant minds. Your insults get stuck in my teeth as they grind. Way past good taste on our way to bad omens. I decrease while my symptoms increase. God what the fuck is wrong. You act like you knew it all along. Your timing sucks. Your silence is a blessing. All I ever wanted out of you is something you could never be. Now take a real good look at what you've fucking done to me. Gimme any reason why I'd need you bitch. Gimme any reason not to fuck you up. I see you in me. I keep my scars from prying eyes incapable of ever knowing why. Somebody breathe, I've got to have an answer. Why am I so fascinated by bigger pictures, better things. I don't care what you think. You'll never understand me. What the hell did I do to deserve all of this?