This morning, there’s a fog in my mind
could be a lot of things
can’t seem to find my way through it
no lights to speak of.

Today, there’s a dull ache floating behind my eyes
the aspirin refuses to kick in
wonder why I don’t feel bad for making myself
retarded last night.

Now, there’s fewer questions in my mind
at least the ones that I can see
that should lift weight off my shoulders
but I crave a fix.

Last night, the Game returned to me
I should feel terrified and angry
I only feel sad and resigned
I hate winning sometimes.

Welcome home, bitterness.
Welcome home, sadness.
Welcome home, loneliness.
Welcome home, spite.

Now, I am more than I ever was before
I am more aware of myself
My boundaries are pushed, my limits re-defined
I am reborn once again.

Soon, those that include me in their world
will notice and question
Why do you sneer at the world
Why do you snap at us so often?

When they ask, I will answer with honesty
I am disappointed again
I feel shallow, hollow, and flat.
I feel cold inside.