Tripping Poem by Not much to say Notmuchtosay

I never think I was handsome.
Baby, it's 'cause my face—
doesn't, I think, is too attractive
to be so obsessed.

Sometimes I think my sexiness is on my
mind being then obsessed,
maybe I'm so much of confusions.

So I am taking a drink,
'cause I don't wanna see
no faces no more.

I imagine too many names,
like I think will be more attractive in myself.
'Cause baby, why is it someone is called Damon?
I'm like—what the f*ck?

My name isn't to like a lover in affair.
So, in the afternoons,
I think seeing me called
much more of a fanfic name.
'Cause I don't think I have in me
what other boys have in themselves.

I want a job then, on be obnoxious in obsessed
to other boys here and there,
over and over, well,
'cause I think I deserve
to be hurt—seeing more faces,
even when I don't wanted more.

Baby, I'm only obsessed.
I think of many boys,
like if I was their eyes
seeing through his For You page.

Baby, why is his Instagram so a such thing, to me to care only not wanting to care?
Well, funny—
I think then I have been on my knees before him.

Baby, I'm obsessed.
If they see me,
they don't know
that I jerk off
in between hate and love to them,
in between scorn and pleasure.

Baby, I'm so hurtful.
I don't know how I can hold my breath
if they were in front to my thoughts
I told to myself even 'he's not that handsome'
'He's not even that much'

Funny, I think they can't be impressed,
'cause baby, I think they will no wasting his time.
Maybe is right—
I don't have those soulless eyes.

Baby, I don't care.
So I need to be at his heels then.

Baby, I'm obsessed.
And I'm losing my mind.
In me, I don't care really for him—
but why I love the way
I'm hating loving him?

'Cause baby, I think he is more than me.
Baby, I think that should be me.
Baby, that's a kink then.

I don't need a word,
only a way to be his slave.
I'm losing it to themselves.

Why?
I would do anything,
and I will hating me
for doing.

Baby, that is twisted,
even though my mind—
I enjoy seeing him taking all his goals,
every attitude from him,
when he thinks he's more than anyone else.

I'm so obsessed.
Is a thing to be laughed.
Baby, is a hot form to be obsessive.

I wanna know—
more of seeing faces to be tortured and
wasting my time.

'Cause baby, I think I have be on my knees to them,
to him.

Baby, I'm obsessed.
Boy—me in your skin,
between you inside of me.
I don't know if I like you or not,
I wanted them like I'm being confused.

Baby, I'm obsessed.