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