Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Why do I break things
When ever I get close?
It kills me the most
Knowing what I touch 
Just as well, turns into a ghost.

I've gone down one too many roads.
Are there any left I've not yet taken?
I don't mean to frighten 
I'm only trying to be open.
Why am I always so impatient?

Is it self hate?
Is it stress?
Is it never being good enough?
Is it the past?
Is it the iron cast over my heart making it cold?
Is it because I over think like a race horse runs?
One too many questions,
Always acting like Gremlins.