I hate what I am
because what I am
is what I am feeling
It has no meaning
to whom I actually am
Am I crazy
or just too lazy
to ramble something with sense
There is a door
and I am stuck behind it because its locked
and I am not
able to ratify
something inside
Something in my mind
to turn the knob or to cross the threshold
My compulsion is sevenfold
-J.Broadway