I felt ice shaking my soul,the cold cryptic rivers. In my heart I feel metamorphic insanity, I scratch at my scars blaming myself for the person I am today. My mental health is paradoxical and I know I'm going straight to hell. I speak poetically, and I don't listen to what anyone tells me, I admit to every little flaw that consumes me, I should be more cautious, I should change but tell me what it's like to be enough and I'll tell you what it's like to be me, and the curiosity that surrounds me will burn through me and ignite undying passion because right now I'm not normal or what you want, and is it right to desire my narcissism or should I be selfless in fulfilling your wishes when I am just a cathartic void searching for something to feed on my soul.
