I hate everything that these words have come to represent
All the things I refuse to do and all that I pretend
I can write all about how badly I want this and that, but once my desires try to leave the page I stab them in the back
For myself, I can never tame the hell that I create
I can only wait and watch as nothing changes and I stay the same
Every day I leave marks upon the skin of my note pads, keeping track of all the cracks in my conscience and all the dreams I wish I had