Eternal Pain

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Now as I pour out blood on these pages

I look at you all, trapped in the cages

Of your own personality, going thru different stages

Of growth and decline, of calm and rages

You enjoy in ignorant bliss, I start to feel more amiss

How can you not ever want to change yourself miss?

Do you believe you are perfect, the one without flaws

Deserving of intellectual and red carpet applause?

Or are you aware of your shortcomings

And yet have managed to embrace it

But how, how can one accept it?

Teach me too please 

Cause there's much of myself that I want to be redacted.