A Mob of Emotions.

Weird poem calls for an odd format, hmm? You may thank insomnia and depression for this.

craving
fragile
vacancy
from this body,
from this mind.
unfortunate
truth and
consequences
rattling my brain,
taking over my thoughts.
reality
reflecting
my actions.
hurting me daily.
paining me weekly.
almost
aborted
from this house.
and from myself.
hiding
behind
something I'm not.
something that I wish to be.
wanting
beauty
as seen in a magazine.
on Broadway, on the runway.
amazing
glamour
desire taking hostage over me.
play- stop
rewind- repeat
everything's blurry- nothing clear.
life's like a movie in hyper speed.
fake laughter
like a masscre
destroying the world.
faux
euphoria
covering depression.
high
dosages
of medication.
for liberation.
catching
fire
and I can't put it out. my head is
drowning in flames induced by lies.
insignificance,
nonexistance,
I'll fade into nothing.
dementors
breathing,
cheating,
robbing me from my
innocence
incorruption.
go die,
decease,
depart,
suffocate,
burn,
drown,
hurt,
die.