It takes up my very mind,

My brain, eyes, my heart—

everything that lies inside,

Turns my stomach inside out,

Heats my body up;

How should I deal with myself?

One moment, I embrace it,

Let this parasite

Take over my soul for hours,

Next moment, I hate it;

Not even bathing,

Would cleanse the disgust later.

Many people feel the same,

Yet in insane’s heart,

I feel bound to it like true love.

It’s like it rains on one side,

While sun shines across;

Should I be doused or embraced,

By the storm of self loathing,

Or by the sun’s purrs,

To hold the much darker side?

To see the cycle: night, day,

Pained contemplation

I drown in — but either way,

I mourn my poor innocence,

Locked away for good,

Under a stew of those thoughts;

How do I escape?

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