Sometimes I think
If you could tear open my chest
I'd be ashamed to know
You'd see the darkness of my heart
There's been a lot said and done
It's flourished inside me as black as tar
My brain has picked them up
And rotted away
It's grown mould over the incidents
And I've gotten carried away
In the hatred I've harboured
The interpretations led me on
I've become sad and miserable
And even when you tried to be good
Being around you became unbearable
I was depressed and paranoid
This person I've become
I've always wanted to avoid
Slowly I'm trying
To wash away the dirt
Forget what happened
Stop crying
And smile and thank you
To compliment you when I can
I'm trying to be the better person
That's my plan