don't pretend you love my sharp edges

I'm trapped inside this misery
and I bruise the walls
with the erratic swings
of my mood
from silent to violent
and back again

I stand before you
in trepidation
wanting more
but not knowing how to ask
for the cage I've always
been desperate to escape

I too often
love the things I hate
I push you away
when I'd rather crawl beneath
your skin
dig my fingers into your mind
and see what you see

If looks could kill
I'd have killed myself
in my own reflection
I don't like these sides of me
that grow sharper
in the open air
but these demons
are a devil I know
and there are no angels
to come save me from myself
today

I'm a blade again