Mind Tricks Poem by uhm.. yeah

After retrospection
I realize I corrupt myself.
I make exactly what I don't want to happen
Happen.
Misery seems to be the goal of my subconscious
But I feel no satisfaction in my self-destruction.
Something is wired wrong up there
The line between lying to myself
And knowing exactly what I want
Is smeared beyond recognition.
Lately, being left to my thoughts
Is making me insane.
Just leave me to my dreams.