I'm damaged by my own mental abuse;
I'm terrified that I might lose you
because of the things I'm most likely to do.
I demand that which I cannot allow;
I refuse to you what I expect anyhow;
My torture is in trying to keep you away
from something I want to do every day.
I cannot give you rational thought
why I can do what you naught;
I cannot describe the horrid despise
that would appear behind my painful eyes.
I know I'm not justified;
from my own hypocrisy I won't hide.
I just don't know what to do
about the way I feel about you.
-Chris Mullendore, May 27, 2003