Harsh Realities.

Dancing to the heartbreak
In tune with my shattered soul
As my world crumbles around me

I'm a reverse King Midas
Taking things that are considered gold
Turning them drab like coal
Forever ruining the magic once held

I'm that broken puzzle piece
Trying to blend in 
To complete the beautiful picture
But my edges have been ripped, tattered and torn

Am I a dynamite stick?
Yeah, Maybe
I'm a fucking explosive, you lit the wick
Driving you crazy
I make myself sick
Go ahead and hate me

Traversing this gloomy landscape
I call a mind
Finding pieces of myself
I had forgotten the existence of

Feeding my ego a colorful diet
Self hatred in the morning
Hope in the afternoon
And raw pain before I go to bed

I've got a bone to pick
With all these skeletons in my closet
Back away, you don't want to be caught
In this vicious war of  Jose vs Jose

Am I a fucked up individual?
Most certainly
So you might wanna leave while you can
With utmost urgency
But I cling on to life
Oh so earnestly