CONSUMED by the world
and all of its ills
the continuous plight
that won't leave my mind still

CONSUMED by the arrogant
air that's expelled
drawn into tender lungs
where the innocence melts

CONSUMED by the anger
CONSUMED by the hate
by the wicked of days
in which we play

CONSUMED by what i think
is expected of me
by the social acceptance
i foolisly feel that i need

CONSUMED by comments and arguments
thrown in my face
CONSUMED by the lack of love
the overabundance of hate

CONSUMED by the thoughts
that circle my head
that leave me exhausted
till there's nothing left