Lack, lack, lack, lack
Everything is lack, lack, lack.
why must I continue to shove all my emotions in a virtual sack.
It feels like I'm always by myself,
all this build up of rage and anger must be contained in a bottle kept on the highest shelf.
No one inquires about me,
just an endless supply of others me,me me.
Just can't you see.
I'm drowning in loneliness,
no longer happiness and bliss.
I sometimes feel weak and wanna swan dive off the highest building,
just jump and become a puddle of pudding.
I have these thoughts at least once a week,
But it's OK its not always so bleak.
Just thoughts no action,
Just my anger trying to seek some compassion.
In the end I'll just settle and be one with my thoughts, don't mind me I'm just stuffing my bottle, and hiding it of a shelf, just to portray my only self.
©chrys10290
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