Is it a crime
Shadows protect the monsters in my head,
But why cant they protect me instead.
The doubts and thoughts haunt me,
It seems as my past lives taunt me.
Is it a crime to love the rush of adrenaline?
Must I love dopamine.
Are the monsters the ones creating my insecure social seams.
Or are my friends the monsters, burning me in gasoline.
Is it a crime, to love what is lost?
And if so, at what cost.
Society scares me to believe lies,
But my only questions are whos and whys.
So is it a crime to believe myself?
And is it a crime to think I dont need help?
If that is a crime, then so are you,
Since there is no way, not to be true.
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