Look not upon me
I have changed
Rewritten, rerouted
Vile veins
I have no face
To hide in shame
Ugly, monster
I'm to blame
I tried to let in
Softer light
Against my plague
I tried to fight
But I was idle
I was weak
And now my inky
Sickness leaks
It's spreads now it's growing
Now it's oozing through the cracks
Incapable, unlovable
I drown in pools of black
And as it turns out
I was wrong
There was no creature
All along
It was and is
Will always be
The sick and trash and
Bile is me
I am the stone
You kick aside
I am the rule
You don't abide
I am the street scum
No one meets
The sloppy mud
Beneath your feet
I am truly
A waste of time
I am the words
That don't quite rhyme
I hate myself
I hate this line
I hate this poem
I hate my mind.
