Loose Screw

In my head it flows nicely, almost lyrical, but again I'm just experimenting so apologies if it reads somewhat clumsy.

I'm unmanageable.

Like a satiated cannibal
intentionally trampling food
leaving nothing else for anyone,

I'm not incredible.

More the opposite, I'm terrible,
and each approaching night for me
is becoming straight unbearable,

And everywhere I go.

There I am, but who is he?
Like a cancer, diabetes
I'm my own fatal disease,

And demons follow me like seasons
They conspire, tell me lies
that I'm a decent human being
and eventually I'll thrive,

But in her eyes.

the only place I see the truth:
I'm not in control, don't call the shots,
impulsive, morals loose,

She needs to distance herself.

as the evidence accrues,
he isn't repairable, nearly unbearable
lost hope that he'll come through

For you.

Author's Note

Any and all forms of feedback is appreciated :)