I am my own master
I torture myself
Ripping the skin from my chest in strips
Experimenting on my mind
How much hate and pain can I take?
Barbed wire, metaphorical of course,
Prevents my escaping the hell-camp I locked myself in
Stuck in a pattern of pain and poor poetry,
I mash my head into the screen
In reality, keyboard face is the worst of my afflictions
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