Is it True?

...My positivity
is indefinite
Insecurities
decrease my self-esteem
Cease my dreams
in the aid of
impurities.
I seem
to drift off the map when I'm happy
Sift into traps, the gift to be caged perhaps.
Locked inside my own identity
Hidden behind my mind,
My first, yet worst enemy
I will destroy myself
Ruin your perspective
Serial Killer intellect
Pictures directed at your eyes
In which the Suicide Suspect reflects.
Demise is my dead pumpkin prize
Intersect with the lies I deprive you of
As I strive to survive in love.
I contemplate hate with no hesitation
Burn it on my heart, from the start tattooed
Pop off the unstoppable shame as I aim it at you.
mother fuckoo!

THC cocoons my brain
As the pain flows through my veins.
Compelled contradicting obedience
Rules for working tools are lenient.
Drill sentences with brittle sense
Hence abundance of skill to show brilliance
To all the fuckin’ idiots
Dwell on levels of lyrical devilish pivots
Rotate like my brain when Mary Jane visits
Fix up triple 6, displayed as 3 digits.
Last time I checked, I’m infected and sick with rickets
Cuz I hide in back of the master for a chance
for Slipknot/Killswitch tickets.

You don’t deserve to expose thee,
You have the nerve to oppose me,
Dispose the facts everyone knows
To observe me closely
Just rusted trust, plots
And killer thoughts mostly
Instead inside your head
You’ve been fed what I’m supposed to be.
You create what I hate,
Perceive what I believe
Retrieve the air you breathe
Knowingly to be deceived.
Dennis the menace you get away, you go away
Not here to stay, prone to being alone
Grown a stray just to be thrown away.
Alone again today
Don’t condone friends to say
“Umm, yeah this is the end
we were never friends anyway.”
“Hey! I’m here to play
and I’d save your life any day!”
“Run with scissors, end strife
Dumb-ass and pass a knife his way.”

Uncreative native with the feathers on my head
All the people I know said “I’m better off dead”
Uncreative native with the feathers on my head
All the people I know said “I’m better off dead”

  Well, I guess I’ll ask you
          Mother Fucker, is it true?