I am a narcissist
Inspired by myself
My thoughts are poetry
Too much and too dark to share
I am a masochist
I find pain in everything
And I\'m obsessed with it
Even though I yearn to be loved
An oxymoron
Which is called
By the name I was birthed
I am a hypocrite
I live like I don\'t want to
And I don\'t say what I mean
Because
I am scared
Mainly of rejection really,
If I can\'t be good enough for myself
Then will I ever be enough?
I am desperate
Destructive
Desolate agony
Damaged
I am a mess
But I am strong
Most of the time
I might be a pushover
And maybe I don\'t have much self respect
But I do know that I\'m a good person
Even if my reflection
Is a silhouette
There is beauty in darkness
So maybe what I am
Is a solar eclipse
And how powerful is the light
When that darkness passes?