metamorphosis

Fell asleep to rainfall, thoughts of hurtful imagery Asking god why at all they thought to give me energy Life seems contradictory; What an awful thing to give If I was given any choice, I wouldn't choose to live Not like this at least, poor choice of words I guess It's not that I really want to die, I'd just rather live like this less Uncomfortable with mirrors, reflections, and myself The end is growing nearer and it really feels like hell Well I'm sorry if you hate who I am But I promise, nothing's changing except how you view me, and Silly little words that genuinely don't mean a thing Why do you care what you say if it doesn't change you, only me Change is such a strong word, this isn't metamorphosis Maybe it is, maybe it isn't, don't know how to fix this