I Am An Unread Book On An Empty Book Shelf

I live in this cell with my self-hatred How I was raised makes me feel so isolated These are not my thoughts or feelings for that matter But I still feel as if I’m an ugly house that will never flatter Even if you were to fix me I’d still have some screws loose I’d rather you knock me down And tighten up my noose Because my personality is too obtuse…. For you to understand Until then, I’ll wait in the gallows Waving my right hand Trying to find a way out Because I can’t tie a noose like you can… It’s depressing to think that I possess this body that I can’t stand Everyone that I love and meet will never truly know who I am Because the face that I show is a total scam So, For the time being I’m stuck in this body This mind... This soul... I’ll forever be tortured in this blood stained hell hole.