You are the key to my Insanity.

Is it me you hate or yourself?
This question plagues my mind.

I smile my prettiest smile
and you curse my yellowed teeth.
My heart blackens,
as if dipped in some poisonous sadness.

I cry out for your help, but am shut out with cruel laughter.

Do you see yourself in me?
Are you saving me or condemning me?

You are too late.
I wish I could be better, worthy of your love.
Perhaps one day I will be.

But for now,
the tears and the hate inside me build.
Until they burst and flow away from me.

But yet I feel no relief.
For even in my utmost pain,
you mock me all the same.

Have I failed? Let you down?
Please mammy tell me what I have done to make you hate me so much.

I’m a tramp. I’m fat. A failure in life. I’ve let the family down, I betray you constantly.
What are these things; you so righteously accuse me of?

It doesn’t matter to me.
Can’t you just let me be free?

Only you can help me to escape this endless insanity.