It was my first indulgent,
Not quite my requirement.
I did it anyways, even though my heart parted ways.
I got used to it,
I got obsessed and addicted.
I outgrowed and declined every form of forced agreement.
It didn't end there,
For I explored,
More than godess or god.
I didn't have a care in the world,
Of how I'll look,
If they found out about my world.

I'm innocent,
Or maybe I'm not.
I blame this, I blame that, I blame them,
But the fact is I carried on.
They were unable to bring me back,
For I myself had formed a pack.
I finally found my switch,
A hard switch; hard to press,
But it was there.

Now there is no turning back for me,
For the thought of written words,
Is what unlocks my secret door.
The pace was far,
The race was sour.
And today I say,
I guess I have to put up with this aching sensation,
Due to my Obsession and Addiction