Undone

unwanted is what this feels like, control is what it is, never good enough regardless, no matter how hard you try. people in ivory towers have no clue living high above the rest of us, looking down with such great disdain, rats in a cage run feverishly scampering for bits of relief, where does it end this thing called, what! love doesn't act that way. always condemning, placing blame with an eye glued toward yesterday trapped in the past, relentessly sounds more like hate, if you ask me...