Please don’t tell a soul about the threads I stole from her existence, while faking innocence. ‘Cause day by day I wove them into this patchwork of flaws I call myself. (Because) this self conditioned self confidence isn’t nearly self sustainable. Don’t tell a soul the horrible truth behind this mischief. She might reclaim them and tear me apart. She sooths the beast that feeds violence and injustice and claws at my existence. I am the beast.