I keep myself busy with the net
All I feel inside is pain and debt
It’s easy to hide behind this shroud
Every night it bears its ugly head in a nighttime cloud
The evil that surrounds me
Is of my own doing
I hide from myself in a pathetic lunacy
I’ll admit, I’m tired of being alone
I realize that I have forever roamed
So long has it been since I’ve felt content
Since I was a child, I believe I meant
I wonder often “when did I quit playing”
And then I remember, then comes the personal hazing
The funny thing is that children grow up
And what then to the perpetrator, the one at fault
These are memories that I can not change
Would I want to?
They are who I now am and from what I am made
In this lifetime for which I’ve lived
I’ve done more than that which I was given
Now what? I’m lost and what will it cost
What road shall I take next?
Does it really matter for I am a wreck.
Personal Hiding
In this writing the person is hiding from herself behind the shroud of her computer and the internet. This is easy to do. Easy to surf and get lost among the endless articles of life.
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