well....here it goes
Looking into the complex system called myself
I see nothing but distant memories that can do nothing but fade to black
Finding nothing but at the same time somehow finding comfort in my own minuscule insecurities
Because they are the only thing that makes me truly myself
Nothing can comfort me like myself
those looking in cannot possibly understand me as well as I can
I who have been with myself for so long
But have only recently realized my own potential
And who has found the true truth that even though you can lie to even yourself
eventually only you and you alone find and accept the answer to why you exist
please review it.
Looking into the complex system called myself
I see nothing but distant memories that can do nothing but fade to black
Finding nothing but at the same time somehow finding comfort in my own minuscule insecurities
Because they are the only thing that makes me truly myself
Nothing can comfort me like myself
those looking in cannot possibly understand me as well as I can
I who have been with myself for so long
But have only recently realized my own potential
And who has found the true truth that even though you can lie to even yourself
eventually only you and you alone find and accept the answer to why you exist
please review it.