Glass

I am angrier than you think 
It consumes me
Wraps around my brain and ribs and bones like snakes that bite 
I have been blessed with the beauty of rage and cursed with the sin of wealth and morality. 
We don't like to talk about what stares back at us in the middle of the night, in the darkness that nobody else's eyes are trained to see. 
You can switch off the machine that controls you but you cannot switch off your brain. It will paralyse you and take over. 
Hell would be empty without the sinners and heaven would be empty without the liars. Love can save us because love has destroyed us. We know not what we want, only what we think we want.
The only permanent solution is destruction that may just leave a mark. 
I'm sitting on the glass floor watching my body dance on the grass. It is there we find sanity. 
Victim. Murderer. Bystander. 
If I said what I really thought you would run away screaming
Disgust. Anger. Pity. 
Take a Polaroid. It will last longer. 
Use your fist to turn your feelings into dust. 
Shatter your mirror self and the scale and the number you know will creep up 
Don't tell me, tell them. 
Tell them exactly what you think 
She wouldn't dare. It will knock her down so fast the water will be concrete 
Pick yourself the fuck back up and I'll teach you how to fight back 
Monsters don't give up that easily
Blood will splatter all over that mirror because you're weak and you let the words get to you. 
Puke it out. No one's watching. 
You aren't strong enough to let it out. 
Dance over dead bodies and hug witches.
Make friends you can die live love with
It's never that easy 
Cars zoom past and you are walking. Full blast. Slow speed. 
Stop. It's not meant to be like this. 
You should be dead by now. 
I don't break that easy.