I am idiotic

I have no logic

My mind was sold for fool's gold

My soul was negotiated for insecurity in Heaven

My greed crippled me

I have nothing

I thought I could love you

I hate how you loved to make me hate myself

I loved how you hated to make me love everything else

I loved everything about everybody

But I hate myself

No one can love that

I want to know how

Should I hug my clone?

Kiss its arms?

Stroke its scars?

Tickle itself

Put my arm on it

What do I know?

I always play the shoulder to cry on

But no one would lend me theirs

So I cry on my own pillow

It never judges because it never speaks

It never harms me because it is immobile

If she was alive and feminine, she would be my wife

That's my shame

My pride? What's that?

Swagger? Never heard of that?

Being real? What does that mean?

My personality speaks more than tongues that even Hebrews try to decipher

I must be schizo, I don't know if I'm me or not

My self-respect lost respect in myself

My self-love never seemed to love myself

I feel like Kendrick Lamar, "i hate myself"

What happened to me, i and myself?