Am I mad?
Am I sane?
What's wrong wih my brain?
Is it overrated?
Unhappy?
Or perhaps overdue?
The answer doesn't matter
I just need you
Who are you?
Who am I?
Am I really a blessing in disguise?
Momma used to say so,
never met her before.
Nor when her body dragged across the floor.
I'm a product of something
It wasn't so fun
Sometimes I wish my life was done.
Perhaps one day I'll understand why.
But for now, it's funny
How it's humiliating to cry.
I hate my passion,
I hate my soul
I hate everything that's good and gold.
Why do I act?
Why do I see?
Why do I exist?
Why me?
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