My Misery Poem by Duke Benson

Yes it’s bad
Yes I know it’s wrong
I realize it’s against my principles, my laws
It isn’t allowed

Yet I find every excuse
In order to partake, enjoy

Thrilling
I know I might be caught
Fascinating
Things I do to cover my trail

I’m high
Adrenaline surging
Like a drug, Ecstasy
Some moments later
A deflating balloon
Guilt
Like the sting of a scorpion

In as much as I struggle to quit
Emotions multiplex
I can succeed, I’m determined…
I can’t succeed, I’m a loser…
I don’t know…