I Never Asked To Play This God
In a mood that’s rather morose
and a writing that’s a bit too verbose
my four walls are put up inside
This shell is my sanctuary
It’s where I run to hide
I like to keep myself distant
despite everyone’s persistent pleads with me
My moods like to feed
so I let them eat
Then they breed in the back of my mind
with the slow passing of time
I’ll brace for another one of my own attacks
that point out these things that I lack
I’m not quite as intact as I seem
there are still many loose seams in me
I have this facade I must live to
but I never asked to play this god
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