People ask me why
I don't really know
Gazing at the sky
I tell them I just....go
On the surface is my smile
A mask well-worn and fake
My soul is tread-upon tile
Something I can barely take
Underneath, a raging blaze
Consuming, seeking air
Let me just count the ways
I can ignite it, under there
At the center is my hate
For myself, inferior
My endurance is my fate
For choices made, interior
krp
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