I told them i wasnt the one they should fear,
and honestly i feel so bad that i even ended up here.

Its like i didnt ask to be told.
I just was. And that grew so old.

I cant fathom a day spent unwell, and yet if you looked at the world i live in, you couldnt tell.

I remember when the words would flow.
Like a boat my thoughts would tow along the heart i felt before. Once i told myself i had to let it go, i devoured it and wanted more.

I ate the sadness and the glee,
so desperately trying to be free.

And now i wake up more confused,
because instead of devouring the monsters,
instead i let them loose.

Away from me, but towards me. They chased me, and i chased me.

My brain formed a dichotomy, between who i thought i was and who i was to be.

Naturally karma bites you in the ***
as ive learned scraping scars up from my past.

Todays bitters become tomorrows worries,
and my file cabinet of memories pile up high of sorrys.