Indeed.

Darkness is bindings,
a true love of kind things,
yet dispersed by the work,
nothing more than a quirk,
and I feel like a jerk...
But seeming to set my own weight
on the ground when I just lose control
and crash at the sound, of dependency;
keeping me in line from what I've yet to become...
It seems scary, yes very,
but ludicrous intentions won't parry this blow to the skull,
this feeling is dull,
because agony makes me feel worthless, that's all;
but I keep contemplating,
this ignorant statement of being conceited and too self-evading,
but I guess I was right,
I'm a fiasco for life and I cannot change me,
I'm a freak. Indeed.