I know my flaws
I think that's the worst part
Is I can see them
I can feel the anger taking over- embedded in my talk

I wish these flaws were physical
Something to fix with concealer, or a detox

These are something internally insightful
They are gruesome
And come with a heavy cost

I despise my hot head
My quickness to react
As if I want to catch him in the act

My general want for conflict, always brewing
Waiting to be poured, piping hot

I know my self views are morbid
Been rubbed raw from the start
So I'll stay stubborn, stay encoded
This constant line of defense- it's really an art