Get Out!

There's a flickering flame,
that won't go out,
inside my belly. 

Ticker tape,
breezes throughout my mind.

To end the cycle,
one must accept,
rinse,
repeat.

When will I be ready to dance with the devil,
and reclaim that soul I once called mine?

My Lifes Work

I don't condone,
nor condemn,
those that have biological children.

Me,
myself,
I am fortunate to never have any.

My brain is a complex organ.

From birth,
I was programed to over-analyze,
anticipate outcomes,
and fret the inevitable.

For those reasons,
I am thankful for my decision,
to end my line. 

I repel any thought,
of another human being,
living with the same anxieties as I.  

Mental health wears many masks.

The most responsible thing I will do with my life,
is end my genetic disposition.