Slytherin.

Oh I’m tight, I'm stingy sometimes

The way that I dress I can look dingy sometimes

The way I live my life, it’s cringey at times

My emotionality can often be, a little bit bingey, you’re right.

I don’t know that I know I do it

These contradictions of mine 

I don’t know that there’s a role I have 

Actively inside my mind

When I’m acting in a certain way it misses me - straight lines

I swerve and cross another road, oncoming traffic but I’m blind

And yet I get away with it - it bothers you, I’ve seen 

You don’t like that there’s no consequence to the way I make reds green 

It niggles at you painfully that I have often been

In shades of light you couldn’t find but we both know you need

It’s not that I don’t see you, didn’t see you in my strides

It’s not that I’m ignoring you or trying to deny

The reality that you live in, sure it’s parallel - but misaligned

See you want me to see your needs but I barely notice mine

You know that I cannot climb in, to holes you’ve dug yourself

Because I’ve lived in holes in here and so I know the darkness well. 

I’ve hugged it tight and kicked it off and pulled it all to pieces, I’ve lived a thousand lives before and not one of them’s been easy. 

I’ve tried to tell you stoically the truth "this is my reason"

But you have only heard yourself and if I speak, it’s treason. 

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My flaws have floors and the basement's a tour and honestly, I don’t know if I like ‘em.

But we’re not exactly built for perfect, and it’s not something I’m trying.

I’m not out or about or against you you know, you’re not someone I’m fighting 

But you say that I am and your venom attends to skin that didn’t need biting.