I have an illness,
And I regret to inform you that it's chronic.
It's an extreme form
Of stupidity
That is called Impulsion.
As I suffer through this disease,
My words may just
Slip out of my mouth;
Out of my fingers
Without the proper forethought.
As I warp my mind
To think like others,
I understand their hurt.
My impulsiveness is killing me,
I need to find a cure.
YOU ARE READING
Screaming Through Oblivion
Poésie"Hell is other people." ~Jean-Paul Sartre. Always expect the worst- it eliminates disappointment. An odd collection of mostly depressing poetry, because I'm a depressed and depressing person.
