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Me Inside.

[center]I am corrupted by the flawed emotions I have been taught to have.
To tear at my own wounds just as they begin to scab.
I apologize, to every soul I know, I'm sorry I was ever born.
There's words on my tongue, but I am tied, I want to say more.

Caved out by what I thought was right, maybe I should think for once.
Just for myself and no one else, but I myself am just a dunce.
I have been denied, and I know I have so many times forgotten.
Forgotten who I was and anyone I could ever be. I feel so rotten.

Because this once, this once you've asked something of me,
I can't hold on any longer, I want to be set free.
I feel this light grip of mine slipping, I'm giving in finally.
It hurts my heart to stop when there's finally someone who thinks highly.

Highly of this little me that can't stop living in a daydream.
This is my paradise, my sweet escape, but I've been awoken by the scream.
The scream of my soul as it cries for forgiveness it can't have.
Cries and drown in the only emotions it has, picking at my old scabs.

I am a conundrum, filled to the brim with contradictions.
Take a slice of me, and there you'll find all my self restrictions.
The ones I've crammed down my own throat, hoping to stay afloat.
Even though I can't, I watch the world come down and gloat.

I am a failure, and nothing more. A pain and regret and nothing else.
Each time I fail I imprison myself in a cage that melts.
Melts so I may sink into a ghastly death and find a way to hide.
Hide from everything that kills and corrupts me. Corrupts the me inside.[/center]