i am the architect of my own demolition. i know what ive done, but i will not admit that i am the cause. i know that by admitting it, i will never be able to live with myself. so with that, i choose to blatantly ignore all evidence you throw at me. i will ignore my own head, yet alone the thoughts that rage in yours.
but the funny thing is, my head will forever be louder than the words you continue to yell at me. my head is equivalent to the loud static of a broken television; only not able to be turned off. i am saving myself from my own destruction. but at the same time i am creating more for you.
you are the rug i sweep all my actions under. you are the jar i hide all my confessions in. for i am a monster, a monster only seen when i look into the mirror. you are my mirror.