Pain

look at this face, do you see any emotions?

do you find any reason behind how this mind functions?

i’m a slave to my own design, a sucker for punishment,

looking in those alleys of life for the next detriment.

100 things make sense, i find the 1 which is not,

i will use all my day trying to make sense of that one thought.

welcome to this dysfunctional paradise of lost dreams,

don’t lose your way in here, you can hear all the muffled screams.

every now and then mind will find a reason to make you upset,

even though the thing has passed, i will never forget.

i will replay it in my mind a thousand times and once more, 

pick it apart like with surgical precision till there’s nothing more.

each of those pieces will be further examined and scrutinized,

till i find something wrong with another piece and feed my mind.

this process repeats till i see the light of another day,

and i have more days to screw up again.