Out there, in the dark,
there lies a very lonely spark.
Like a worm, it's been crawling about,
it's strength has always been to be a scout.
Keeping an eye out for all injustice,
feeding off of it before I even notice.
It's a stranger, a prisoner within,
never acknowledged we are akin.
Parasitizing my brain, storming my judgement,
laughing in the background, changing the current.
As though it's your catalyst,
it goes against the entire fleet of my mind.
Fuelling the tides, it slides,
like anyone's opponent, with headwind it collides.
It's unrelenting, has no regard at all;
pondering and evading, for release of it I call.
It could be put to good use,
but it's tricky not to get stuck within the blues.
Of all the enemies you face in life,
this one takes most of my strife.
Fuelled by my insecurities,
it's out to show everyone my impurities.
Be careful not to go out with a banger,
oh what is there to do about anger.
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