Obsession

A free verse poem, if that's what you'd call this poem

Twisted

Contrary

It makes something

That everyone can see

Then, shame and blame you for
That thing

It keeps coming back

Again and again

My greatest fears

It’s in my nature to be obsessive
That thing, I want to get rid of it
I want to be happy badly

I never desire to do bad
I don’t want to hurt anyone, at all

Then why, why does this keep happening
Why did it even happen

 In the first place anyway