Yes it’s bad
Yes I know it’s wrong
I realize it’s against my principles, my laws
It isn’t allowed
Yet I find every excuse
In order to partake, enjoy
Thrilling
I know I might be caught
Fascinating
Things I do to cover my trail
I’m high
Adrenaline surging
Like a drug, Ecstasy
Some moments later
A deflating balloon
Guilt
Like the sting of a scorpion
In as much as I struggle to quit
Emotions multiplex
I can succeed, I’m determined…
I can’t succeed, I’m a loser…
I don’t know…
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