Lirama

Swallow my lies.
As I obscure my emotions.
Why must I contset myself.
Always against myself.
Embody another likeness.
Death of true spirit.
Reflection brings question.
Search for another.
I'm sorry.
If I can't feel.
I'm sorry I'm not real.
Pour myself into a mold of you.
Grasped to fast. lost my reflection.
Why must I contest myself.
Always against myself.
Imitation gets so far.
But it kills from within.
I'm sorry if I can't feel.
I'm sorry I'm not real.
Every time I think I'm right.
I come out wrong.
Every time I think to myself.
I'm against my self.