It's all in your head,
every last strain of insecurity,
and it's turning you ugly.
You internalize your own pain,
swallowing unspoken words and
bitterness until it lines your
stomach and you become
addicted like
it was an over-the-counter
drug; and now you're constantly
high on your own self-pity,
because it's easy to succumb,
easy to revel in your own despair,
easier to just open your eyes
but never actually wake up.