Disfigured

10/12 My confused sense of self.

I probably
should've
kept this to myself.
But I've said it
too many
times before
to hide it from anyone
and it's too common
these days
to make it unrecognizable.
When I get tuned out
it's too easy
to just repeat myself
but the words
never sound
quite the same when I say them
in my head.
Their power surges
inside me
and sparks
a discontent within
my dischord
but it ends up short.
I meant well.
I meant, wrong.
What I meant
was not how it started
and now
I can't figure it out.
But all
you hear
is me
telling you
I'm fine.