Paige Clinton Poet I do not know?

Disease

I end up in L.A.
	A new beginning.
But underneath the layers,
	Of movie stars and 
Beauty Queens and Jocks. 
	I see the sheen of dirt
Lurking beneath the streets.
	The stoners, dealers,
Fake girls with red lips.
	It’s the same in every
City. Sounds depressing.
	I guess I’m used to it.
Kyle…the guy who did
	It all. That’s what 
They say to me. Why so
	Chivalrous now?
Why the big ego? You’re
	No better than us.
Jealousy turns corpses over
	In their graves. 
Watch yourself boy,
	They taunt…
Don’t let your ego
	Fly to high.
I feel like the old Scrooge 
	The weight of my sins
Dragging me down.
	Anna hauled me up.
I  pulled her down. 
	She was too good
For me anyways. 
	Forget, forget, forget…
                     Painful memories that plague my mind…
             	         Scars, home, her name…                              
                                                Why does her name…
                                                            Still have the power to hurt me?
I’m a living disease,
	Only barely alive.
Capable of destruction,
	Of poisoning, and 
Hurting the ones I love.
	People I care about.

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