Who’s in Charge Here

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Is adrenaline my boss?

She flips me the bird,

After my uppers soon get tossed.

Who’s making me feel this way?

Is it my heart or breaker’s shame?

Did I manifest these ugly people,

Or is the worst part of me on display?

Are my deficits and demons,

the dicks who call the shots?

Holding my breath…

Not letting it go without the thoughts.

You feel in charge here,

your gaze brings a cloudy rush.

Divine obsession, I fear

I’m not deserving enough.

Did I take ancient remedies,

Then, twirl around on swings?

Please try to share the lesson,

Just let go, we already are everything.