Apathy a tragedy, a story left untold. My morality being just a mold, through thick and outstretched thin. My being is being born. My personality and reality being warped paper thin, cruelty and trickery seeping deep within. This dastardly travesty coming from wanting to be intimate. My love life ending my real life, my social life never to begin. A sliver tongue and be it a sharpened one from battling you with words.
(I lost the beat in my head that went with the words. Late night problems I suppose.)
