Fear and i'm not good
enough
and what i am in utter
essence
is a travesty and i
bleed
just to prove my blood is the same
color
when no one thought to doubt but
me
and if i'm selfish and ugly
inside
     then my eyes would refuse to
cry
     but i just got done forgetting how to
breath
     eyes little rivers and i felt ashamed
ashamed
     like i was dirty and couldn't find my way to
grace
     like grace was something real and i
feel
     better and worse, narcissist
drowning
     in my own reflection
unending
     conceptions of possibilities lost like
multiple
     choice questions got wrong though it was
one
     in four in one in four no
more
     and i theorize that a perfect circle is a
black
     hole

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