Addicted to the chaotic language
Whisper me my fix for the week
Fill me in so I may not sleep at night
In one ear, out my mouth
Simply a messenger between two king's feud
A neutral force that is being torn and pulled
Not sure of who to believe is "right"
Getting sick of being a jury
My apathy increases with the tension
Starting to question if either of you is right?
Another bullshit argument spawns from the corpse of a past debate
Does the drama ever really end?
Or am I really a secret addict?
Seems as if I've run dry
Better go and create what I hate
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Self reflection on drama that runs rampant in my life. Do I secretly enjoy the rush, or have I fully become apathetic?
- Category: Reflection
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