Cycle..

 Just when I think it’s getting better
It goes to shit again
Empty
Worthless
Nothing
I see myself 

In a cycle
Spinning round
And round
And round..
Over and over
Repeat 

Hurt
Forget
Smile
Hurt
Forget
Again... 

Worse, out of control
Still silence
Dancing fast
Hurtling past
At lightning speeds
Or maybe I am just slow 

Mirror, mirror
Which one of us is the
Ignorant
Weak
Beautiful
Used
One? 

The silence
Is hurting my ears
Pounding in my head
Making orders
Controlling
Just let me speak! 

Ink blots
Psychological analysis
Personality test
Professional
Doctor;
What do you know if I know how to lie? 

Sick
Fucked up
Confusing
Confused
Empty
No time..