Perforate

I codemn myself

thinking I am a pain

fleeting thoughts perforate my mind,

increasing the chances you will see,

something i feel nothing for,

it was like that piece was empty,

with nothing to show but the same hollowed out lines,

I hate myself each time I am reminded,

of these times, maybe something else comes from it,

I am that attention whore that we all feared,

always grasping at straws

but i always have to get out of my head,

I imagine this being said,

out loud, that's when I feel at my best,

I feel the heart, emotion, with every line i read,

reminded how those dark places are better,

with a light so you can at least read some stories,

taking us away into some imagined land

glimpse through to another's mind,

forgetting how I over analysis,

everything!