I cannot do this
I cannot take the rattle of these shackles anymore
The pinch of these reflective chains
Forcing me to oblige to illusions
Twists and turns of reality that I convince myself
Are real
But take no time in observing
Just how wretched I look in this reality of mine and how I feel
I despise it
I despise how I forget and how I manipulate
No other
Than myself and my own fate