Narcissism

I'm angelic and the fear is imminent

I can't afford the luxury of my angst

My automatic draws of breath

Are the only thing that's free.

& yet, it saddens me profusely--

my anguish of being trapped by "God".

It despairs my narcissism.  My survival.

With what should I cope?  I don't.

I'm sick like rotten milk.

Life is monotony.  I want no pity.

I long to be loved.  (What is a friend?)

But the Truth is,

Love does not truly exist.

Like the old song goes,

"But not for me".

I have not even daydreams.