From Here

walls of steel and bolted plastic.
cant turn without becoming a casualty.
a causualty of life. yeah. that's me.

i love only to be dismissed.
i hate only to end up hating myself.
why is everything so simple when it happens.
and so complicated once you decode it.

to break apart every piece. every conversation. every look.
every kiss. every sidweways glance. every inside joke.
every thought. every memory.

what did it all mean? what should it mean now?
where do i go from here?