Mr. Geometry Compass

It may not look as sharp as it seems
but it's enough to make me bleed.
I watch the blood stain my shirt
make the others' eyes avert
away from the trickle, down my arm.
For it may only cause alarm.
and all I want is peace.
I cut for pure release.
Anger pulses through the blood,
it's its own little flood.
There's no more pain to let free
so I wrap it up and let it be.
Every so often, I open it up and take a peek
and realize the flow is much too weak.
Another few seconds with the compass is all i need
and out it comes, first only a red bead.
More and more pours our my wrist,
more pleasure comes when I ball my fist.
Happiness and pain, mingled into one;
all my problems i manage to outrun.
I greet my monster with sweaty palms,
and even in front of him, I deny my wrongs.