heart-armor

i think i'm dying - Marcus told me to - and i think of me as human, too.

i grow like a stoic man's secret chance, so far away, so anxious;

i follow your right hand so wrong.

and i see what you give to everyone but me.

like i need it - like i need you - like i need you to see me!?

see me not needing you to see me!?

good enough for me isn't good enough for you until i say it is,

you can be whatever you need to be when i'm around,

cause it's all my fault;

cause i'm full of flaws;

cause it's just me being me [again!?];

cause i have needs, too;

cause i have this need to;

cause Marcus told me to.

sometimes i wish that i was sorry, but today i have no apologies.

my hopes will not exceed my problems if you need me to be the problem -

and that is a problem.

that is the problem.

the problem looks a lot like me.

oh, shit, it is -

the problem is me.

problems always come from within.

so, thank you and you're welcome for being who i could be;

when i should be.