The Truth About Me Poem by Twisted Moon

I am embarrassed beyond all mention,
A slave for your attention,
How can I be so pathetic?
For a heart so prosthetic.

I am ashamed at what I’ve become,
So lost, so dumb,
Following, swallowing your light,
Without thought, without sight.

I am hating myself to death,
Why should I waste another breath?
Stepping backwards all this time,
Without a soul, without a mind.

I am scared and I am lost,
Why must it come at such a cost?
To take the pain and give it a square,
And try to lie and say I care.

I am guilty I am wrong,
Why must it take so long?
For me to rise to the occasion,
And put a balance to this equation.

I am determined to disappear,
To know the truth will never reach her ear,
Nor will it be displayed before her eyes,
Damn my lies, I cannot face her cries.

I am destined to eventually pay,
And that is the reason I stay,
For through all life’s lessons and all of life's tenants,
I must face the pain as my penance.

I am a creature undeserving of life,
A product of preoccupation and strife,
But I deserve this translucent coffin I am making,
To lie and watch the hearts I am breaking.

I am aware of the hate that will come,
Of the hearts that will we one day be comfortably numb,
Never to love again because of what I have done,
Taking two different sirens and telling them both they were the one.