We can be addicted to many things
Some far more easily than others
Alcohol, cigarettes, drugs and whatnot
Are all obvious sources of such a thing
But there are other addictions
Oft seen as benign
Which I have found to destroy my life
Just as readily
I am addicted to approval
To being loved, to being thanked
I am addicted to others being interested
In me, in who I am, in what I do
In exchange for making another happy
I would lay my very life on the line
So long as they might remember it
And sometimes I consider it a good thing
Such as running out onto the street
To help a kid who fell down in front of a car
But I am forcing myself to admit
I do these things not despite fear
For I fear not death. I fear not pain
But because I desire it
Because I deserve it
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Poetryjust my musings Feel free to leave comments or whatever but don't expect me to do anything about it. This is just a place I put what I write
