“The truth remains. I was, and am, disgusted with myself.”
“I garner what remains of my self-control and tell myself the truth: Not mine, not ever.”
“I am ripe. Ripe enough to hear your Truth. But shout it for one ear remains deaf.”
“I hate myself I hate myself I hate this I hate this I disgust myself I hate it I hate it I hate it just let me fucking die.”
“I am hard to disgust, but a pretentious poet can do it”
“To myself I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me”