I feel like I'm not in control of myself Like I'll be talking and moving But I'm in the back of my mind appalled at what I'm saying and or doing But I can't stop And its gross And I get hurt And it makes me want to eradicate myself I feel as though I am a blemish on the face of humanity And at the same time the peroxide that's going to make it boil out of its niche to be disintegrated by the world. Because I am nothing but scum












