You could look inside yourself again
And again, and again, and again
But you will still see you,
despite what you will do.
You could cry and scream for hours on end
and you could put on a mask and play pretend
but by the end, when you check your path
all you see is a circular track.
If you try to change who you are
it will not make any permanent scar
all it will do is make a shallow cut
that can be mended, without any "but"
You could harm yourself
and never cry for help
you could cut yourself off
but you'd still be of the same stuff.
The issue is not who you are.
It is also not an inescapable pit of tar.
The issue is who you think you are,
and what you think you're worth.
Because you don't look past the person you hate.
To the perfect being beneath.
Okay, so this is bad. Sorry! I'll need to work on getting the words I need to get my point across. Feedback?