Be more, BE MORE. All I can do is exist within my self and my narcissism and I loathe myself more than words.

Stand up and walk away.

What matters, anyway? No windows to find outside. Need more. Self is all I can find in a black world. I have no eyes, only a tongue to scream, WHO APPROVES OF ME? My ears are glass, mirrors, to reflect an anonymous message, someone else's expression of their worldly pain that I distort to mean, they love me.

What am I, rather why am I? I know myself like I know how to breathe, enough to know how LITTLE that means.

Leave me alone.

Let me be.

I'm DONE with all this.

I NEED MORE.

Destroy Once Done