WHY DO MY OBSESSIONS GET THE BEST OF ME? (POEM)

 My obsessions get the best of me,

It's like a disease, constantly taking over me.

My thoughts are consumed, my life is a mess,

My obsessions take me on a never-ending quest.


My mind is filled with worries and fears,

My obsessions drive me to tears.

My dreams are haunted, my sleep is restless,

My obsessions make me feel so helpless.


My life can become a chaotic state,

My obsessions can make me a little too great.

My ambition can become a vice,

My obsessions can become too nice.


My thoughts are consumed, my life is a mess,

My obsessions take me on a never-ending quest.

My life can be a constant battle,

My obsessions can become my own worst enemy.


My focus can become so narrow,

My obsessions can make me feel so hollow.

My joy can become so fleeting,

My obsessions can become so defeating.


My peace can become so hard to find,

My obsessions can make me so unkind.

My life can become a constant struggle,

My obsessions can become a constant juggle.


My obsessions can become too much,

My life can become a never-ending touch.

My head can become too full,

My obsessions can become so dull.


My obsessions can become my own worst enemy,

My life can become a never-ending misery.

My obsessions can take over me,

But I'm determined to break free.

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