I Think I’m Evil

I think I'm evil

And I don't know why

I can barely see things

In a better, gracious light

I am an ungrateful bastard

A witch in disguise

I am seldom forgiving

I keep a tab of every mark

But the funny part you see

Is that I am meanest to myself

In self-analysis

I tear myself apart

I shatter myself into pieces

And I pick myself apart

Then I pray for someone to save me

That 'someone' though is just a farce

I think I am evil

But I rescue myself each time

I rescue myself from me

I am the hero of the victim

And an enemy to the witch in me.