I want to be a poet of architecture
I want to design spaces
Like poets pour out their souls
Design is in my soul
It’s like I’m a slave to its will
I can’t escape

I want to be great
Not for myself
But for others
I want to make things great for everyone else

from the deep

my flesh quakes
you shake me
i can’t do anything right
i’m going to throw up
everything leaves a bitter taste in my mouth
i can’t focus, and you’re the reason
cut me deep
let me bleed

take the conflict from me

sometimes i forget people have the same emotions as i do
i like to think i’m superior
like i’m the only one in touch with my inner passions
and i don’t expect you to understand what i’m going through
or think you’ll ever know

trapped beneath this layer of skin
you suffocate

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