You frustrate me, consume me,
Are locked inside my head.
I complain because you’re there.
You fill up my thoughts,
You push away all other dreams.
Your dreams, become my dreams.
My dreams become non – existent.
How can they exist, when they have all of yours clogging my head.
Why are you there, there in my sub – conscious?
I shouldn’t complain, I put you there.
I shouldn’t hate you.
I should hate myself.
I let you in.
Into my mind, into my soul, into my bone marrow.
You lodged yourself there like a perfectly new white blood cell.
Instead of defending me, you acted like a parasite.
You took and took and took,
Until all my cells were dying.
But then I turned to a friend, I turned to God, and they acted as they should.
Talked some sense into me, you were no good.
How could I complain and pretend I hate you,
When all you did was show me your true colours.
I was being dishonest, with no one but myself.
You are gone now, away from my life, but why are you still in my head?