Dreptomani
Well, that´s all I ever wanted
Running away from what
Atelophobia
The Atelophobia that i own to myself
My dreams staffed in a shelf
Pleasing myself is my only wealth
Taking action in perfect stealth
Amathophobia
Cant handle my dreams becoming dust
Distractions and falling for lust
I hope I don't look back
And say ¨what a disgust¨
Reminding myself to trust
And Love the process and just
Breath as the mauvais fade into the rust
Habromania
Now honestly I´d rather die
Happiness is an illusion
Or maybe I am living in a confusion
One day when I get a taste of it
I will make a conclusion
One day I will feel it in profusion.
I sit staring out at the dark night,
I sit and wonder if I deserve this in my life.
Was I a horrible person in my past life?
or is my life cursed with the fear of imperfection?
What evil did I unleash to have this fear run so deep?
Why am I not the perfect creation, a masterpiece of all.
Why must I feel this evil demon so deep into my soul?
I am an ugly image with in the mirror,
I don't see perfection.
I see imperfection,
I see a hideous sinister beast.
I sit staring out at the dark night,
Blackness has swallowed me whole.
This imperfection I see of me,
has broken the mirror of my ugliness.
And has unleashed a sinister beast.
The dark shadow to ruin all.
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