Bianca Madaffari Poetry

Wrong.

Wrong.

Everything is wrong

And I am never good enough.

And you are back again.

Unwelcome in my throat

but there you reside,

you sit and fester, and wait for me to

break.

Why do you come,

simply to wreak your havoc

within my mind?

I resent myself

for letting you inside my head.

But there is something about you, 

something soothing in

the way you make me feel. 

I hold onto you,

you are killing me.

Taking my life

and tearing it apart.

but somehow, some way,

i like it.