You Should

''You should try to love yourself more.'' Those words reverberate inside of me As I rearange my thoughts and assort them But spend much time Discarding the pile That doesn't belong to any category. It's an excess And wants to force its way in. It likes a mess When everything is out of order. But what is it that is likely to pervert The seemingly spotless mind? Only that which possesses the potential Can be deformed. Illusion is the word. Or rather, hallucination. When it's allowed to settle in As an equal category It is perceived to be meaningful, To be reality. ''You should try to love yourself more. In my case, I've at least managed to understand myself.'' Is it really that simple? I guess, in the end... After a prolonged deconstruction... Everything reduces to that – Simply understanding yourself.