Infectious HordeA Poem by AnataIt infiltrated my mind Took hold and doesn’t let go It makes me do these things And I can’t even say no Misunderstood and depraved Not appreciated and betrayed Infected and contagious Depressive and delayed It controls my every move Took the handles to steer It is nowhere to be found And I’m too tired to search Tired of explaining Tired of demeaning Tired of letting go Tired of even trying to It infiltrated my body Adapted and became me It is aggressive and not contained And I’m sick of trying Sick of trying to change Sick of searching why Sick of my tearful pillow Sick of spilling my words It controls my thoughts Edited my speech It is unable to share And I am incompatible to portion Misunderstood at the least Betrayed by myself Infected with a ghost Delayed to amend
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1 Review Added on April 10, 2009 AuthorAnataHouthalen, BelgiumAboutSo :) first of all, i'm 25 years old. Second :p my real name is 'Siva, it's from India, though i have no relations whatsoever there. I enjoy writing, and have recently found my passion again, as i .. more..Writing
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