I guess,
I'm starting to crack
The enigmatic being
That is me.
(
And,
I'm telling you this
With utmost honesty:
The more I uncover about myself,
The more ashamed I am
Of my thoughts...
The more repulsed I am
By myself.
The more afraid I am
Of the person I truly am.
(
The more hopeless
I feel in regards to the topic of love.
Because
Who can love
The true me...
Who can love
The true me?
(
(And I've got more...
Lots more
To unravel -
But already
I'm looking
Like a vessel of sadness.
A conceited fool...
And sad, sad, insecure kid.)
(
To make things worse
They say you need to learn to love yourself
Before someone else can
(
So,
Love's kinda a hopeless case for me?
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Lobotomy
Poetrylobotomy /ləˈbɒtəmi/ noun a surgical operation involving incision into the prefrontal lobe of the brain, formerly used to treat mental illness.
