Battered by the ways of the world,
I careen from tragedy to tragedy-
comfort grows, I'm nested in the low.
Down here there's a homey feeling,
And I'm safe from the paranoia I feel,
Always waiting for the good to crumble.
Anything gold comes at a great cost,
And when my law has been infringed,
Jealousy and anger seep to the surface.
Child-like, my concept of “fairness”,
Comes into play while suddenly my ego
Is against the world and so I suffer on…
©falinawake
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