Maybe I am only good at creating wounds
Deep lacerations that leave behind scars
Which may heal but can never be erased.
Time has told me that one cut is never enough
I don’t want to cause the pain you are feeling
But I cannot stop myself once the words are out.
Imagine living as I do, knowing the wrongs I do
Yet being forced to see my face in the mirror
The face I wish I could damage permanently.
I know the monster that resides inside my soul
I have tried to escape, but it always finds me
And becomes one with the weakness in my mind.
But I see my selfishness always has the upper hand.
An art which I have mastered to perfection.
I take the role of the victim, declare all is unfair
No wrongs are acceptable when done to me.
Why would one willing get wounded
When I take it all for granted, when I throw it all away,