Self-Reflection

I am horrible, I am terrible. Tainted, amalgamated thick mixture, Eerie liquid that is unbearable. Ratty and shabby like an old fixture. Rambling on countless times without a clue, Isolated sadness from within deep. Beleaguered by anger is how I've grew, Looking for true glee in a crying heap, Exposure to the light for my true self. Shone through my own fatalistic desires, Worthless as an old lapsed doll on a shelf. Soon, without the light, we all shall conspire. Fate will deliver from the bad in us, For the rigid in us, we must discuss