Broken Compass

The static in my head is getting loud

Another day of letting down the crowd

I catch my own reflection in the glass

And pray this heavy breathing is my

last

My mind is tangled up in five degrees

Of diagnoses and anxieties

A broken compass in a stormy brain

Just swallowing the pills to numb the pain

And I

hate the way I look,

the way I speak

I hate that every part of me

is weak

But most of all,

I hate

the family tree

And the man who carved his bitterness in me

He looks at me

and only sees mistakes

A mirror image of the heart he breaks

He gave me his eyes,

his temper, and his name

Then left me here to suffocated in the shame

I scream his name into an empty room

The architect of all this heavy gloom

He taught me how to hate the things I do

Now

I am turning into him,

it's true

The corner start to grow

A quiet place where I just want to go

To turn the lights out,

finally find some peace