Like a Drug

It's funny almost.

I've learned about myself for seventeen years,

yet I can't figure this out.

I can't figure out why I keep going back.

I realize it's just an empty purpose, with nothing to happen,

and at times I try to stop returning to it.

It doesn't work.

I keep coming back.

I keep trying and trying and trying.

It's like a drug,

and I am addicted.

Reviews

[Chryiss]

What I like most about this piece is that it can apply to anything as it doesn't explicitly name anything. So, in that way depending on the reader, they'll likely automatically think of when something or someone was like an addiction to them, or maybe still is.
Going line by line, the first line grabs your attention in it's casual tone and relatable feeling of something or searching for something we can't pinpoint that it's almost laughable. Even now, I can't figure "this" out, perhaps I even willfully ignore it-- A very nice piece that leads to self-reflection.