Clear the Air

People ask, why do I always wear white tees Simply put, if it gets stain, then it gets dirty A glimpse of a tainted angel pointed out for you all to see For a while, I have been doing fine Overcame countless obstacles determined to succeed When there is such goodness in a corrupted world then best believe There’s a bad seed implanted in a innocent child with wild hair and acne On a side note, I am my only best friend, but I can be my own worst enemy Free me from this body full of hatred that has rapidly clouded me Not feeling like myself, a recluse and a hater I have become lately Panic attack medications has altered my appearance my personality Normal is what I want again, when will this happen? I guess only time will tell as I sit in this dark and damp dungeon