Control freak
You call me things
I already identify with
I know who I am
Yet you seem to think I need
A light shining directly on me
Like a spotlight
During an interrogation
When you should shine that spotlight
Directly back on you
When things don’t go your way
What do you do honey?
Turning to addictions
That help numb your pains
That help keep sorrows at bay
That help you not actually feel and deal
With what you have to
The matters at hand.
Sleeping, food, drugs, space.
I don’t deny my vices
I don’t deny I have a problem
But the problem is you do
Deny your problems
You deny your vices
And shine the light brightest
On everyone but yourself
Poetry Witch 