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Please excuse

My abused 

State of being 

So obscure.

I'm obsessed 

Laid to rest by my doubts

In myself  I'm so unsure.

So impure. My thoughts. 

So broken. This heart.

I poison my system daily 

So you needn't  waste your darts

I play parts

The world's my stage

Still I'm the victim of my rage

In constant danger of self-destruction 

This is my hall of shame induction 

Obstruction 

of my view of the light at the end of the tunnel 

I'm humbled 

I grumble

at the thought of picking up the pieces 

Please accept my apologies for my downtrodden-ness

My malfeasance 

Or did I mean to say the pretense 

to behaving like a heathen?

Hmm.