Everything I hate about myself (schizophrenic argument) by Cymbre Dolphaygive my misgivings shape
and tragic beauty
(because I am not lovely
in other ways)
make those who hate
this way of life (like me)
see hope in the future
(or in their own demise)
hope resounding evermore
lend your strength to me
only in this verse
am I truly free
(in these selfish cries
am I really dead)
such pitiful pathetic lies
(I am not lost yet)
the world has never cared
better off among demons
who understand our pain
(salvation is waiting
ready to take our hand)
let them ignore us
accept that the fight is futile
(never give up your spirit)
give me to that funeral pyre
I know I need to die
(in these blackened cries
am I really alive)
09/16/2003 Author's Note: A disagreement between my stronger selves.
Posted on 09/17/2003 Copyright © 2024 Cymbre Dolphay
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Posted by Beth K Hannah on 09/22/03 at 02:17 AM i love arguing with my second half, though she is wittier and crueler than I normally am. She stings...
good work m'dear, and an easy way to beat the other side in submission is chocolate! |
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