How I see myself
I see someone who's
Mean and bitter
Hates who they are and wants to escape

I want to become something else
I want to escape me
I don't like it
Leave me be

I burrow further into my shell
It's nicer in here
I can escape
From what I hate

I don't like happiness
I don't like perfection
I don't like lovey-dovey shit
I prefer the opposites

I like sadness better
Imperfection is wonderful
I like feelings of hate
I don't like those damn white picket fences

I'll take a black steel one instead

[besides, they always remind me of crooked, broken teeth. I hate teeth sticking out of the ground; I'm sorry!]