Pressured

Driven by emotional pain
Delicate structure of the human anatomy
This feeling of being insane
This, this strong plea
A plea to be hurt
Lost without a doubt
 with this so-called comfort
And not letting anyone out

Not knowing of his own infidelity
Compelled by lust and my warmhearted being
I am filthy
My dignity and morals decaying
I dug, dug my own grave
Locked in a casket
I don't want to stay
I'm not sadistic
I'm clearly optimistic
Hiding my own self from myself
I am finding me

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