What did I do wrong
I mean…what step did I not take
Was the path that was meant for me covered in rock and leaves
Was it hidden beneath some forest
I have no good stories to tell
No accomplishments to be proud of
I'm so tired of writing poetry about the negative thoughts that own me
The pains that console me
If only it was something else to speak about
But its not….
Instead it’s a conversation with Depression
And she always returns to my life
In her seductive red dress and heels reminding me of how long I've waited for her
"Baby did you miss me" she whispers softly into my ears
And yet again, I ignore Happiness to be share an intimate moment with her
Pain and Immaturity have grown their own relationship inside me
Their late nights and nonchalant attitude has become destructive
They have met Addiction who joins them often, but stays longer each time she visits
She enjoys watching me become passionate with the two of them
To her it’s a turn on
I try to explain to Happiness they mean nothing to me
And each time she allows me to return to her knowing that somehow I will betray her again
That my lust for Depression is so much more powerful than the love she has for me
That Pain and Immaturity have a way of becoming an influence to me
And over brunch I discuss them all with Patience
She tells me she has a friend that she would like me to meet
See…become attached to
That she's a calm soul and seeks attention and change
She calls herself Maturity and is an enemy of Pain and her peers
Just not my type….should be, but she's not
I'm to busy pleading to Happiness
Instead I'd rather lie
I'd rather pretend
I would rather hide what I'm aching with
And live another day praying the world can't look inside me
I never want them to witness such a dysfunctional relationship
Inside me…...
-Cash-
Thursday, March 25, 2010
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