E And C Poem by Victor Aguilar

I‘ve given up; 'What is today? '
I've given up on everyday.
I've tried to make sense. On what count?
To what? To whom? To what amount?

Inflation of love priced with pain.
Spent my happiness taxed by shame
I can't believe what I outlast.
Did my future become my past.

As I think about it diseased:
I'm anxious, scared, confused, and seized.
Wasted my life on those and these.
I've tainted blood. I part with ease.

There's no 'I' in our team, but there's me.
I'm thinking this; 'That's how I see? '
You, can never before me,
I will go before E and C.

I'm selfish like every letter.
The definition of absurd.
I manifest Greed and Envy.
I've given up. I'm not happy.