BURN MY BRAIN

My tattoos are my armor They yell

Keep out But I must look inside Touch the fire line Singe my hands

Burn my brain

My head denies me Separates me from myself All those people living there

Loves I hate to love Hates I adore They want me but I don’t I’m a different person each moment

But they won’t see it They’d hate the real me

If I knew who that is

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