Into The Stages

Forcing yourself to be someone else,

Is the act of self-denial,

Of what I can tell,

It pushes you well,

Into suspicion,

Hiding your emotions,

Lashing out in aggression,

Having a traumatic impression,

Putting you into panic,

Doing things you wouldn't do,

Your emotions raw and volcanic,

Then what you choose to do,

Is wanting to be alone,

In what is called reclusion,

Stuck like glue on your own,

Trying to wash away the confusion,

With that comes paranoia,

Knowing something right,

Arguing that black is white,

Realizing its not,

You self loath,

Hating what you sot,

Wanting both,

Feeling hopeless afterword,

Lost in your own thoughts,

Trying to work towards,

A thing you are not,

Addicted to finding yourself,

When you already have,

Found oneself,

On what you achieved,

Still carrying neuroticism close,

Unwanted and feeling unsafe,

But it leads back to what you choose,

Forced to hold onto that grief,

On what you lose,

Gripped by burden,

Bounded by heavy action,

This is due to learning,

And can be controlled by your reaction,

Regretting what you did though,

Remembering it vividly,

Yet it was so long ago,

An unwanted tragedy,

Leaving it behind in resignation,

A sad memory in your past,

That will control your action,

Let it go and you'll be free at last.

By Ethan McCloskey.

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