I built this armour to keep it inside A vessel, a mask, bewildered, awry And beneath, it grows, like weeds among stones Bearing a cross, a crown made of thorns Not a word shall be uttered A life forfeit, left in the gutter Self-loathing thoughts on repeat, Forever narcissistic Unvoiced! it has taken its place Lifeless! a grievous embrace Enraged! a quenchless hate It has taken its place Bearing a cross And a Crown made of thorns I wear this mask That my face (have) grown to fit Winded and worn I'll find rest when I'm dead Self-loathing Thoughts on repeat Forever Narcissistic