How Obsession Rules Over Me.
How Obsession Rules Over Me.
Throwing myself into other activities
was a temporary solution to erase the pain
But in reality i was -i am- living a dream
There is no true relief but to stop caring,
and even if that was something that i had control over,
i still couldn't to bring myself to do it,
as i've shoved myself far too deep into obsession to climb out now...
I've come to the conclusion that i will forever be miserable
and there's no point at all in chasing my dreams,
because dreams is all they ever will be.
i survive by trying to keep my mind off of this, preoccupying
myself with lies and stories to cover my true feelings,
But that's okay, because hell, if others believe them,
maybe then i will too.
And now i must go, not because i have run out of feelings,
but because my dinner is burning in the oven....
An Afternote:
Yes, even *I* ramble on occasionally. And sometimes it has the luck of
turning into a poem. This is just a tentative beginning, as i know poetry
is not where i shine.
Now, if you understood the true meaning of the last couple lines, you'd
realize that was one of those damned lies i was talking about. it translates
into: i'm too shy and scared to reveal any more.
Now, shoo, go laugh at me and thank your lucky stars you weren't blessed
with my perfect life and incredible poetry skills. Ha.