A vicious circle
of idiotic vulnerability
that leaves me quaking with shame.

My head was at peace.
It trusted too easily,
until something ugly pierced my senses
with its knife of selfishness.

My brain is manipulated,
haunted by an echo of pain.



My Lucky Star
shoots across the sky,
just for me to bathe in his glow.
When the night's sky engulfs me
he shines,
just for me,
to help me find myself again.



The hideous thing, tears apart my mind
with its savage disease ridden hands.
It clumsily plants a seed of worry inside my head
and offers me a whisper laced with venom and printed with a smirk -
"What if your star falls?"

It's a ****.
No matter how hard I try to cut it back, it keeps growing.
Someone help me find the root?

The **** is relentless -
Questions tumble out of my mouth
The Star listens sadly,
his light fading with every tainted word.

I shy away.
I hide my face.
I brush away the tears.
But My brain cannot stop.

Help Me.