Another Look

Destroyer

I destroy everything I touch.

I think too far in the distant trying to create the perfect memory.

And once it's over, I'm forgotten.

They can't seem to remember me.

It's hard to live in a world where no one shares your same interests,

so in order to survive, you try to blend.

Now I'm left with one too many loose ends.

This facade. This charade. It never ends.

Wishing that I could escape.

Reclusion and detox.

Lately, I'm feeling in the worst shape.

And I hide when opportunity knocks.

And rather than noticing the negative,

I just wish I could enjoy

this life they say is worth living;

but instead I fear that everything in my path is doomed and that I'm set to destroy.