The Madness Within
it happened again, another time, oh, damn
i opened too much, the flames inside i fanned
i showed too much of my madness
i'd rather you saw my not-so-secret sadness
you don't need to know that i'm insane
i'd rather not continue digging my own grave
it's slowed again, my air circulation
such panic at this revelation
by tomorrow, you'll all surely hate me
why am i like this? am i fated
to always mess it up? this chasm
between us, the anger, bitter sarcasm
every word i say comes out wrong
it's like a very off-key song
the way i speak, just so damn stupid
and i am, too, how I'm assuming
that you'll like something i said
that you'll grow to like me instead
Copyright © Alisa Chebotarevskaya | Year Posted 2020
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