Hungered
Why do I surround myself by material people?
Why do I try to fit myself in,
when I am from an entirely different puzzle.
Why am I blamed for my trapped thoughts,
while they look over me with pointed eyes
And chew on my despair.
I consume my own mind
You consume my utter defeat.
Left of me is little
For I have been devoured by the outside.
I was accustomed to giving
And even then still being taken.
Because where I only have so much,
the hungered know no limit.
And I allow myself,
to be a portion of their consumption.
And I blame myself,
for handing them the tools needed to consume me.