Poem 1

You wonder if you’re the first, third or the in-between, you pray you’re the last.
Try and erase the words you've read or the thoughts that were said.
Hypocritical jealousy and constant hair pulling are not uncommon.
If they find you out you’ll be ruined, but you’re ruined by what you have found out.
Caught between two evils there is no safe haven, no beam of truth
Tears and emotions useless, even logic is incomprehendable
Same old same old, everything is compared and contrasted, nothing new anymore
Restless for eternity, knowledge is not power but has become a crack in your glass
Weakened until shattered and the pieces left will never fit back together as snugly
Scream until your lungs burst, but your nowhere near satisfied
The years go by, and your pile grows taller until you cannot see over it anymore
Overlook the small pleasantries, and keep track of nicks and cuts you procure along the way
None of it matters, all of it one-sided, and yet it is all your brain fixates upon
Yearning for more and hoping there is none, you cant stop yourself
You find what you hoped didn’t exist,
You know so many details were left out to keep only darkness in your view
Sickening is what you’ve become, by the disgust you now feed upon
Paranoia is all you know now, the system has worked against you
You are trapped here forever, in a puddle of your own regrets
You have become, what you wished to destroy