The Person I Am

I can feel my flesh shrink beneath my bones
and still I am not beautiful enough
I envy the dead, how to feel perpetually numb
I deserve what I get for the person I am

There’s not a lot to be concerned about
Just leave me to find my personal self
I don’t want to ever feel again
yet you insist I must for a pointless gain

I want to decay and feel my skin evaporate
Yet no matter what I say, it’s never good enough
You will never truly understand me
until I have died and I am beneath mounds of dirt

I can feel my flesh shrink beneath my bones
and still I am not beautiful enough
I envy the dead, how to feel perpetually numb
I deserve what I get for the person I am

The End

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