my body is a battleground
no i don't mean the men in chairs
sipping on fine tea deciding
if i can be in control of my body or not.
i am talking about myself.
brain vs heart
mind vs feelings
it seems like the battle takes place
between logic and stupidity
i always tell myself
i am alone
my brain has been trained into holding in secrets
secrets of self destruction
my heart's fingers constantly press
the button to set of a war
it occurs so often
i think the button is broken
i never get an ounce of happiness
not one
once i do
i get scared
almost like an allergic reaction
i throw it away
in the most obscene way possible
my war's casualty rate is high
the highest anything has ever been
