the beginning of the end

i think this one speaks for its self

Here it begins
This abusive cycle of creativity
Here it begins
My longing to be loved
My fears of loneliness
Petrified of loosing the right to dream
To fantasize
Here it begins
The tears well up in my eyes
Ashamed of
The desire
The contentment
The rage
The acknowledgment
Me
Here it begins
My suppressed anger
Emotions
Words
I have become incapable
Here it begins
In this magnificent city
I fight these natural urges to appreciate
I become subservient
Suppressed
I am possessed
All because I’m obsessed

Here it begins
Our end