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Sometimes being kind is hard
if the person on the recieving end is yourself
You say things you would never say
to anyone else
Those things that you know
will pierce through your soul
Why is it that you enjoy
hurting youself so?
What trick is there in this world
to see myself as a person of worth?
What can give me the colour I desire
in this colourless soul?
What use is this writing
for no one at all?
But I want to be kind and I want to be nice
And I need just a little bit of advice
On how to make that come true
Because I'm lost in the way and don't know what to do
I wish I my thoughts were never mean to me
How, oh how, can I let that be?