Don’t Overdose On A.C.M Pills
The sadness can be deafening,
and make you want to break away.
Who cares who is hurting,
as long as they have their say?
You can throw up walls or tear them down,
but running will result the same.
No explanations, just expectations,
so to myself I inflict shame.
Fix this, fix that,
Atelophobia is a terrible game.
Surrounded but inexperienced,
I am a drunken, used up bottle.
I collect dust, afraid to trust,
eyes that only lust.
My standards are somewhat low,
Atelophobia, I want to someday be a model.
First, I must brush of this chronophobia,
before the results end awful.
My bones violently break,
invisibly from heartache.
There are many loved ones around,
but my silence must stay sound.
I am a captive to my inner voices,
monophobia can be found.