Defied attention, I am Deficit. Disorderly, my mind;
I only ask your affection, yet that I am denied.
It isn't just you. It's everyone. They all notice I'm strange.
But to pretend I'm not when it's just us? That's simply.. deranged.
Obsessive, objective, compulsive; these things in me drawn out,
Because you strike that awful chord and my destruction, bring about.
Tossing back my head and filling up my mouth with poison.
Worse than that, filling my mind with compliments and sin.
I blame these things on you despite the pattern i fall back into;
A roller coaster ride to death, to tears and also you.
YOU ARE READING
The View From Above
PoetryThis is a book full of feelings. maybe they aren't my feelings, maybe sometimes they are. If you read it, try to relate to the feelings being portrayed. We'll see what happens.
