Rosen from the Ground

Retail Therapy

I sense this urge of you when I'm down.
You bring upon happiness to stop the frown.
I search, I add and I delete you out of my shopping cart.
You have a place within me when I need to depart.
You boost my self esteem. All these racks and things are just that.
Things that only make me look like money.
You are just hope for moments to crack a smile behind my demise.
An angel in disguise I once was.
You cover my inner anger that no one knows.
You lace and wrap around every curve.
You are addictive yet one of things that fits this void.
My card could be at the max but at least I snatched.