Self Pity

My thoughts are eating me alive

My conscience or the devil's lies?

I hate myself for being naive

Self-centeredness is my number one peeve

I always end up in a problem like this

Wondering where my self discipline is

There has to be more to life than this

More than wasting time waiting for happiness

I let my mind wander recklessly

Sometimes it returns to mess with me

I rely on my luck more than common sense

I never really got past adolescence

My name means lovable but I feel so unloved

My name means loving so how to I love?

I'm sad

I'm depressed

Full of recent regrets

Why do I obsess

Late at night I face my fears

Late at night I shed my tears