I am not your savior
Nor am i your solution
To the problems that lay deep inside of you
And i promise that's the only promise i intend to keep
One alone a Concept of time
Purely bittersweet is mine
I have looked for it
Only get a blank stare back
Emotionless
There's a disconnect
Something I can't correct
Mirrors
And pictures
Suffocating in something i did
(Did not mean to dwell)
When i look into the mirror
Unfamiliar faces clearer
My personal sense of self
Was it crafted by me or someone else?
Explain the lack of empathy
Feelings of myself towards me
Feeling fake in my own skin
Is this the sort of state that i live in?
Hair is bleeding on the floor
Am i really myself?
Am i living a lie?
Glue and paint stuck on my face
Clogging pores and picking skin
Blemishes form
Sense of self lost within