I think, sometimes, that I often bring up concepts
ones of which change often, frequently.
Scattered and off the wall, making no sense to myself
and I force change, organization.
I hate myself. I truly do.
So twistedly explicit and vulgar that I cause harm
and pain to myself and others.
A hypocrite to itself that is easily distracted
and strayed and altered.
Forcing never works it causes trauma and destruction,
and change can be it's partner in crime,
just something else that I feel is not in my grasp.
Even now I can not, as hard as I am trying
to put everything down and not think about it.
· Sun Nov 25, 2012 @ 07:18am · 0 Comments