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Will it sound better

if I tell it this way?

I know how much it matters

the words that I say

I want it scathing

derisive sarcastic

No melodrama

barren plastic

I think I'm inexorably stained

self absorbed, conceited, maimed

for everything I am to blame

Shall I flatter myself

for seeming to possess

a soul unsavable

am I cursed or am I blessed?

Born again

I seem to be

Is it God or is it me?

Too much time in shuttered rooms

Too much time I'll end it soon

I pace and pace and make my rounds

sunlight surely out of bounds

This door that opens

less than twice a day

I told you once

what did I say?