t.y.p.e.

Not just any individual, but definitely not a saint.

I can feel the evil blood pumping in my veins,

Feeding me the curses, the swearing,

the impatience, the prejudice,

the anger, the insecurities,

the negative thoughts,

them circulating my body, from head to toes.

But above I cover it so well. 

Nobody knows my secret and my shadow, except for me.

So if I ask you for some air and some space, is because I need them to think and to breathe.

But also maybe, maybe because I really hate you, and hate myself for pretending to be me (in front of you).