I wanted to put myself under the impression that I am closed
And I am full of secrets nobody knows.
Now I have lied to myself about self suppression
I marvel at words towards myself full of aggression
It seems self love-
no
self loathing
Is all I need
I feel discolored
I do not want show what is under my covers, but I have got a secret to tell
I want you to know so well
I want you in my brain
I want to know if you see if something is wrong
and I want to belong
To you
Can you tell me how my world is? From your perspective - I can not trust myself
I am ashamed of this wealth and I can explain these inaccuracies to better suit your dance
But I will still be me
I am so tired I need to recoil
I am terribly inconsistent but I will root into your soil
As a science, I can be your anthropologist because I will learn what is in your mind.
I will horde them for myself for when I recede into my darkness
it will be mine