The wrong.

I'm rendered or buffeted or simply not stable enough.
What is so wrong with things. The situations that I never get along. There's this big loophole generating at the end. It takes me to the end. To a place I needless want to go. I hate the place.

And tell me what is wrong. Something. Because I'm all stuporous. Inside and out. Please don't let me through that place again. I'm not capable enough. Hold onto me. Please.


I could see I'm the wrong person now. There's no positive end to it. You gotta get these for eternity. But stop evading. If you could just hold me please. Or let me go. I'll descatter all my pieces and walk over to a place where there's no one. To some place far away. I want to wander. Let me. Loosen the grip.

And apologies, I may just overflow. Drift away.
I lack patience, I do.
And this has carnaged me to the inside. All of me.
Is repugnant the word?
But why have I had this thing. This thing which is dragging me throughout. I couldn't keep it anymore. I cannot be calm and composed. Let me free. Take me out.