Poetry

Clamouring in your mind
to find answers to this world
But what good is it
when all you find are more questions
You pretend the answers
are her or him or the rest of them
But all these thoughts
of others only fool you to deception
 
I inhale and exhale the
pain inflicted from what I see
And with each breathe
my body fuels in agony and frustration
As with the clarity it
brings, it only opens my eyes to you
How the FUCK did I let
you bring so much shame on me. Shame on you.
Here we go...
Obsession.