Don't underestimate my self control
I've never lost it once even when I lost it all
The loose screws in my head remain attached
Perhaps to sanity or maybe to anger they latched
I've been to hell and back plenty of times
Swam in oceans of lavas and spoke tongues of rhymes
Beheld sights I wished to wash my eyeballs after
Learned crafts so shady I became a trade master
I learned from a young age to hold it in
To keep the rage inside living underneath my skin
Don't think you can shake the foundation I built for years
Its walls stand on layers of grief and fears
With no doors to exist and no windows to look from
Once inside, you are bound to feel numb
The way I felt when it all came crushing down
Because if I let anything else pass through, I will surely drown
I've yet to learn to swim in the oceans of my neglected feelings
Refusing to start the journey to initiate the needed healings
I still need to stand strong, though undead to most people
Stitching myself piece by piece with a rusty needle
So don't you dare think me weak, my child
I've chosen the darkness, a domain that my heart beguiled.
