Cofessions

I have to admit that I have tripped. I have fallen again into the horrind vices that I sometimes despise.
I'm hating the noise, after being in love with it for a while. My migraines are coming back to haunt me, they're making me keep my pills hidden in my bed side table; and I hate it.
I'm burning up inside and I try to turn off the fire with Ice-cream. Blue I-scream.
I've been whi`spering to the crack in my wall again, and I swear I could almost hear it answering back. Or maybe it's just the dolls.
I've been dreaming about food and I'm lusting for candy. I've never been so scared.
Wrath has taken over me again and I'm afraid I'm liking it.
The smoke has become a fog and it's blinding my eyes. I've never felt so tired.
I've been piling up my books and climbing up on them to peek outside the window so I can catch a glimpse of the parade, I swear I heard it passing by.
I've had all I can eat and I'm full now. It's time for me to leave and do what I do best, throw everything out.
I don't want to say goodbye, I've never been so scared.