living undefined

the guilt of living undefined

or shame at being incomplete

with fear of what has yet to come

regret for what I did the least

worried for the things I think

remorse of all my purchases

embarrassed of these pointless lines

estrangement from the jobs I work

Disdain for who I chose to be

And nauseous in my mirror, too

Disgusted by my memory

Addicted to these things I do

Confusion is my sense of self

and alienation from the world

I’m way too broke to break this spell

depression in these many words