Thoughts

I can’t hate you
I can’t hate anything
I’m too busy Hating myself
It may not seem so
Frontal faces

Hot cold
Hot cold
Happy
Sad
Happy
Sad
It’s all in my brain,
No
Physically depressed
As if i strive for greatness
But I am my own undoing
Unrest
Plays on my mind, in the darkest hour
The night mimics my thoughts
The more I think the worse it gets
I am my own worst enemy