by Austin Moore

Created on: September 20, 2010

I am my own enemy,
and I know not why.
My senses have forsaken me,
and left me to die.

The world is my oyster,
the planet my plaything.
Why do I ignore
All the happiness it would bring?

A web of mistrust,
no beginning, no end,
Did someone misread
the signals I send?

I hold myself back,
when I should be letting loose.
Please brain, see reason,
Can we call it a truce?

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