Bent

The same thing over and over again, I keep on stabbing my head with a pin that never goes through my skull. Thick, demented, and idealistic now I'm starting to dredge the virtues planted within me. The bandwagon sign states that it's worth the try and it's something you should not miss. I think I've been trying half my life to find it but I always end up hurting myself. Every time I find it, there's always something wrong. Jinxed as my friend calls it, she told me once that I have a knack for these types. Now I'm starting to see that as a fact, it's been quite a while that I've wondered why she usually hits my sight. Going into detail may reveal who she is so let's skip that. All that I know for now is that she's a diamond in the rocks, rough and she doesn’t know how precious she is.
Everything has been set to the limits, I mean everything including my views. I'm at the brink of just letting everything go and see where the tides will take me.
Scars are the best marks for remembering a mistake and yes I have a big one that says "Aye I'm stupid". Words are words that can be forgotten, written in the wind and blown by the whim of change. I would not want to divulge anything that may sooner or later be the trigger to cut the last strand of my sanity.
This is starting to sound like a senseless gewgaw, alright I'll be going back to my little gloomy corner.
Forever lost in words, trapped in the action of a virulent reality, bent to imperfection as the angel hymns her wailing soliloquy.