Obsession can turn into madness,
Trust me, we know;
You heard the poet's side of it,
But no one asked about kine though.
My main obsession is hating myself,
Ironically when many say I'm a good guy;
But sometimes I wanted the goodness to end,
And I prematurely said goodbye.
I said bye because I was angry,
Pissed at me;
I had the perfect chance to be happy,
But I guess it was too good to be.
As time was the medicine,
Pizza was my drug;
I was like a foodie junkie,
Except every pizzeria was my plug.
A bite here,
A byte there;
I lost myself in the stupidest way,
All because... I didn't care.
Didn't care for myself,
Slowly stopped caring for others;
Why mount on an emotional rollercoaster,
Knowing I'll get hurt by another?
But during that process,
A part of me got hyped;
"What happened to that HoundRebel,
Who streamed and got over every single fight?"
Let's go back to square one,
No more distractions from relationships;
Time to get up and fight again online,
Let's fight through this emotional apocalypse.
As I began to reborn,
To who I am today;
I take a deep breath,
Start broadcast, and let's play.
YOU ARE READING
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