Sunday, July 11, 2010

I’m Hooked

I'm doing the wrong things at the wrong times in the wrong places 
Then wallowing in self pity for my wrong decisions
I'm hooked on my regrets
A junkie feeding off my own mistakes
Perpetuation of the feces
The internal mental crap that lubricates my brain 
And makes me angry at what I should let go
Not even have grabbed in the first place
My scowls, you see, are unbecoming
So I resolve to do better
Act better
Be better
The resolving is easy
It's the actually being
I used to use chemicals to feel different
Now I always feel different
Without using anything
I am different

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