within ourselves.
with the blank faces that scream
back at you and say
just fucking do it.
the one that looks at you in the mirror
and tries to convince you
that you've done nothing wrong.
we're in love with the filthy part of our brains.
the one that works out,
day and night,
ways to catch your sight,
to keep you hanging
from your seat
from the noose
from the top
i keep on swiping up these emotions
before they turn me into
the nightmare i can be
or maybe
want to