Maybe it's true

I can pretend I don't care,
But maybe it's true.
Maybe I am a selfish cunt,
Who talks to people like shit,
Hides behind her fists and humour,
Can never have a friend.

Maybe it's true.
Maybe I do think about sex before all else,
Maybe I am heartless,
Maybe I do use women to massage my ego,
Maybe I do settle for him
Because no one else will have me.

Maybe it's true.
Maybe I shouldn't have given up giving up.
Maybe the scars on my arms
Are just proof that I'm attention seeking.
Maybe I need to take a look at myself in the mirror.
Because, I suppose, by self admission, I'm a cunt.

Maybe it's true.
Maybe you do know me better than anyone,
And you can see me for what I really am.
'Just another cunt' you don't have to deal with anymore.