I built this armour to keep it inside
A vessel, a mask, bewildered, awry
And beneath, it grows, like weeds among stones
Bearing a cross, a crown made of thorns
Not a word shall be uttered
A life forfeit, left in the gutter
Self-loathing thoughts on repeat
Forever narcissistic
Unvoiced! it has taken its place
Lifeless! a grievous embrace
Enraged! a quenchless hate
It has taken its place
Bearing a cross
And a Crown made of thorns
I wear this mask
That my face (have) grown to fit
Winded and worn
I'll find rest when I'm dead
Self-loathing
Thoughts on repeat
Forever
Narcissistic