It's like a virus
A fever in your brain
That makes everything seem vain
And brings you pain.
It's like you're lost
And you can't get out of the self-consuming maze.
And while everyone manages to amaze,
You're stuck with a graze
In your mind, which is constantly there
To remind you of the bear
Which feasts on your self-worth,
Self-image,
Self-love,
And will to live.
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Oof I hate the part about the bear I mean WHY A BEAR
That part makes almost no sense to me but oH WELL--
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Venting In Verses
PoetryI vent here through my own poetry. The first few pieces aren't that good but I'm keeping them up to track my progress. So... enjoy, I suppose!
