How can a disorder be a gift?
Why does this curse make my mind drift?
Emptiness inside and a fake smile outside, anger and tranquility leaves you blind.

Enemies around force you the hide the demon that resides.
How can one soul have that many sides?
The people who studied to help you, feed you pills and lies, they say your very soul should be exorcised.
The “medications” are the best way to shut you down, before you know it, you’re a drugged out clown.
Who can say why such life are being deserved?
Who can justify the pain that iv’e caused my own?
I don’t even have to try, i see my loved ones cry.
What is the excuse for being a monster, when I consider my actions proper.
I am paradoxically amazing at self-abuse, alcohol, drugs and being a fool.
Time after time I fail to see that i’m not an exception to the rule.
At the end of the day, it would be a lie to say i could love someone truly.
At the end of the day, I am nothing but a phony selfish bully.

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