I’m trying every day to love the individual within
But society
Has taught me to hate
This person that wears my skin
The monster in the mirror
Overweight and under-fed
Lonely, but overwhelmed by all the demons in my head
Counting off my inefficiencies as I weep myself to bed
In the midst, a cooler head prevails
But I can’t remember what it said
Upon waking, I try to shake the numbness
I try to feel anything but dead
All I feel is empty, and a longing-
Yearning for less bitterness instead
