I am the chaotic movement of swirling electrons
I am a wishful thinker with the worst intentions
I am my own most interesting person

when night was high
and the moon felt nigh
I truly believed
in love I was born
and in love is how I hope to die
I was a body
a vessel with fleeting emotions
pouring and constantly overflowing
I feel and I felt
I bled and I'd bleed
I'd do anything just to please

and now
what has become of me
I have led my life to track
directly reciprocal to all that I have stood for
before
I sit and
I lie and
I wake
none of which makes any difference what so ever

I have built walls
and I have raised tents and forts
and I have gathered men
and youths to surround me
so none may enter
so none may see
how I have none
to offer

I have been unraveled completely
as I feared
and found nothing of interest
I feel incredibly inferior
and lost emotions I once held dear

I am hollow and I am shit
I am a series of predictable events
I am my most boring person