The irrational
It is dark when it is light
I am the most hated,
everyone is my friend.
This is my thinking process,
It's not pretend.
My genuine fear is
to lose connection with external reality.
Because mine is faulty,
I love my piece of shit self.
I'm the highest of quality trash.
I will hurt myself to feel better
and emotionally kill the ones I love.
I will not to study to do well in a class
but nonetheless pass.
I'd like common sense to be my nationality
therefore,
I must murder irrationality.
This poem is about:
Me