Debt

Guilt is such a precious thing

Kept and taken care of

Grown by those who need

Control over other

A high price to pay

A prison for the those

Who carries the mantle

Of shame

Rusted Machine

Who am I?

I do not listen

Anymore and

To any reason

Good or bad

Flexible as a

Corroded padlock

Anxiety beyond

Reason became

My destiny and

Overlord

Hide Out

Fear and shames

Took me here

Hiding from

Everyone

Trying to erase

My existence

As much as

Possible

Failure is

Always

Unforgivable

I never try

Again

I always say

Volatile

My inner voices

Always tells me

The wrong thing

And here I am

Doing the same

Wrong things

All the time

The answer is

Always outside

Never inside

Inside is

Just a big mess

A Circle

Trying to find

A solution

As I have done

My whole life

Meaning and

The lack of meaning

Waiting to return

Back to point zero

For another cycle