On certain days and certain nights there’s more to be ashamed of than just my selfishness and subtle words that cling, and bore, and irritate, hoping to leave them dead.
I caught her like a disease, in my heart but also in my head.
Changed my perspective on things. I hoped for a better world. I hoped for happiness. Trying my hardest perceive others more than they could perceive me. Interested in only one thing. Trying to relieve this stress, a failure I’ve been with no chance to test out my ideas, my inhibitions became a memory.
And then…
She caught me like a disease, identified and painfully deceived.
Her clinical treatment worked better than mine. I’m left prejudiced, bitter, and sore. The gates to reverence have opened once more and I’m getting closer day by day to just walking right on through. Pushed forward by inspiration I perpetuate a change. Will I follow through, or remain trapped in my subversive mindset?
