I’m pushing myself through angst and distress. Identity skewed by my own rambling head. I try to ignore. Try to forget. This suffering that I’ve unleashed onto myself. How can I feel love for anyone when I don’t even like myself? Or anything else? Constantly awake at night My own subconscious, so self-conscious mental fist fight In all reality, I’m just a child in a rut. Scared and forever bound, as being sewn shut. I’m a loser, I’m a slacker, I’m a piece of shit. Just another complaining, whining, college kid. This broken heart worn on my sleeve is getting big. How can I feel love for anyone when I don’t like myself? Sewn shut I’ve had enough I’m as stable as wall-less foundation.