Self-appraise, that’s my name
But these tight-ass pants
With these baggy eyes
That see a garbage world
Forever hideous
Forever purposeless
Forever worthless
Until all that I can do
Is beg for mercy
Nothing will survive
In that despair
When something I hold dear
Is out to hurt me
I kick that feeble dream
And whisper something like a prayer
No more shame, no more fear, no more dread
Stabbed in the face
That’s all the rage
Hit with a hammer
Hammer smashed face
Dodging rocks and bottles
Trapped in a cage
When something stabs you
You gotta get more blood
If my ugly had a shape it would be a spiral
Moving forward as it spins around
It’s all that I can do to break the cycle
Just veer hard as I can then keep from crashing to the ground
No more shame, no more fear, no more dread
No more shame, no more fear, no more dread
No more shame, no more fear, no more dread
No more shame, no more fear, no more dread
And no more doubt
No more nitpick
No more hurt feelings
No more resentment
No more dwelling
No more hand wringing
No more living fear of the world
No more fixating
No more crazy making
No more crazy making
No more shame, no more fear, no more dread
No more shame, no more fear, no more dread
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