I am addicted to talk
Only to hold back and shut
Addicted to say
Addicted to express
Yet I am still holding back
Part of me is holding the speech in
It's silence for once
Finally a talk
What mind do I have?
One that welcomes silence with open arms
One that shouts for a talk to start
Yet with both
I'm here paralyzed not sure what to do
Should I accept a talk I will later miss
One that I might later regret
"Backstabber"
Or welcome the silence
Sitting in my chair
Only to stare
Hand gestures the most I could add
"Backstabber"
Addicts fighting each other
Here for joy and mellow
Yet they can both be the other
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Addicted
PoetryEvery one of us is addicted to something Be it physical, emotional, or psychological They are there in different forms Some might seem like needs to others But to some these addictions feel so right While others feel off just keeping up with it to...
