It still constantly hunts
For something I'm not a failure at
All of my skills are useless
Still I abuse this
Nonconformity is where I'm comfortable at
I can't make anyone happy
And I'm not trying to sound sappy
I just don't know what to do
It's hard for me to find pleasure
Still searching for that buried treasure
But I have no map to show me through
Altered states of consciousness and depraved thoughts comfort me
Through distorted vision and pipe dreams, I prefer to see
Constantly wondering what I could be
Is this really reality or just insanity?
I despise most people, but still feel the need to help
Sometimes wishing i was someone else
None of us ever reach perfection
My brain often fluctuates
Between compassion and hate
Like I have some kind of fucking infection
Is there a difference between demons and angels?
The ones who help and the ones who mangle
Or is it a matter of current mood?
I feel both inside my soul
Do I even have a soul?
Or do I have an attitude?
Altered states of consciousness, do the help or do they hurt?
Would I be better six feet under the dirt?
Is there a way to invert?
The confusion I wear blatantly on my spiritual shirt
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