Agents Of Deliberate Misery Poem by Raj Dronamraju

She helps herself to your bad dreams
It first appears to be an unobtrusive dysfunction
The national need for nightmare
The conjuring up of drama out of a situation that doesn't seem that bad

Do you dare to speak your mind?
Selected not elected
My life is overblown, too much attention focused inwards
Pain doesn't make you feel anymore alive because the pain is artificial and manufactured

They might have loved someone before you
But the necessary treatment was administered in time
She makes the cuts along her arm with symmetrical precision
The razor used is the negativity she harvests from knowing you