You Fill Me Up

You fill me up
when I think of you.
All emptiness is gone
 my heart filled
 with rejection.
My soul is angry,
choking

me, regurgitating self doubt, like an aggravating
vomit in my throat,
Grief

occupies my sanity,
Through your eyes,
 a clear window to
 your soul, is covered
with filth.
An inpenetrable layer
of scum deposited
by countless lies
meant to slander me.

You fill me up
when I think of you.
Rage empowers me, motivates with no
direction
Discouragement racks
my body with illness.
Your irresponsible lack
of ownership is
spreading like a disease.

The heightened immaturity in which
you dwell, has reduced you to an unrecognizable
image of yourself.
Sensibility has escaped you, leaving behind
the confused persona
I see.

Denial embodies
your spirit. Once free,
free to love, and to
be loved.
Refuting your passion with shame and guilt.
Imposed upon you
by societies acceptable ways.

Claiming their thoughts and beliefs as your own
has retarded your step.
Dejavu has become tiresome, working to release yourself from
 spiritual debt
 is wearing you down.,

Realeasing myself
 from your community
 of insanity is nigh