My Murder Mission
Don’t be mad
Because i wanted it.
You didn’t push it inside me,
So why are you raging with fire?
The words you said didn’t influence
My heart to stop throbbing.
If I really wished for you to shut up,
Then I would have stabbed my ears instead,
And still be alive.
I was taught to erase away
Things I didn’t like.
But there was a flaw.
I couldn’t throw away my hair,
Eyes, nose, or skin since it grew back.
Most importantly,
I simply couldn't dump my brain
In a churner and watch it die.
There wasn’t any fun in that because
By the time I took the parasite outs it domain,
My mind will be safe from my harm.
As much as I earned for such security,
I knew the type of person I was
Will never feel that anywhere.
So I had to find another way,
To cause pain
Inside the monster I have stored
Throughout all those years.
I needed it dead and the only possible answer was
Destroying the heart of such monster.
A monster I grew to hate,
Which at the end was only me.
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