•Silent Screams•

Obsession

They call me obsessed,
For all I do is think about them,
They label me as repressed,
For all I did was think about them.

I call myself as patient,
For all I do is wait eagerly,
I label myself as impatient,
For all I did was wait eagerly.

Is it bad to follow my dreams?
Bizarre they are, yet perfection
Is it bad to fulfill my desires?
If yes, then my passion is my obsession.

They ask if I'm obsessed,
For my heart is filled with their names,
They ask if I'm obsessed,
For they have read my brain.

I ask if I'm depressed,
But my soul yells out, "NO!"
I have just one request,
How much of my obsession do they know?

Is it wrong to listen to my heart?
Do what it says, for they've just seen my reflection,
Is it wrong to leave my home?
If yes, then their attention is my obsession.

They mock me since I'm obsessed,
For this is what they do the best
They hate me for I'm obsessed,
Since I have engraved it on my chest.

I mock me since I have confessed,
The deeds I've done, they've lead me here tonight.
I hate me for I can't regret,
Since the sins I committed, have tied me tight.

Is it evil to seek pleasure from the dark?
I admit I've developed an affection,
Is it evil to own the night and those grim marks?
If yes, then this possession is my obsession.

Twinkling stars and burning scars
Have both left behind an impression
My heart is dead, my skins alive,
Yet this suffocation has become my obsession.

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