A lot of frantic terrible things about me,
Alleging that I'm heinous
Striking stigma down into my heart's core.

Then i collapse inside and it shows through,
Some demons circle around smiling,
They have exchanged words about my low state.

They don't mean anything,
The words she says,
As even right now in a skinny state of enjoyment I am aware
That is the place I am always pulling from.

The pain caused by those words and that energy
Are the teeth gnawing into my flesh
The same teeth that masticate, digest and drop their payload
Into the state of affairs right now
Where i am able to enjoy things.

But I refuse to believe that.
It is a false association,
And enjoyment stands alone
And terrible things stand alone,
You do not necessarily have to make a causal connection.

However you see that kind of logic in a lot of things we base our lives around,
And life would be crazy without that kind of logic.