In pain, in vain, my body starts
to tingle. When there is not a single
choice of yours to all the seperate parts
of you, it takes some time to mingle

vanity with depression. Every session,
every lesson, to sit and watch, a born,
so very born, strong and wealthy obsession.
I should have ran and long ago torn

myself away. I wish to control my adoration,
I want to choose with whom I fall in love.
Rejected by those and reject the others, elation
is my second motive. If I had only shoven

her away from me, when I could. Being none,
it's worse than being nothing, doings undone.