slave

I am a slave to memory which reminds me
that the best years of my life are gone
and I will never have anything good again
I am a slave to the present which mocks me
I am a slave to the future
which swears that none of this will ever end
I am a slave to my desires
which are constant and treacherous and unethical
I am a slave to loneliness
which pulls my heart through hell every moment
in which I can't find some way to make me forget her
I am a slave to the survival mechanism
which traps me here
and convinces me with no sensible reason behind it
that I should stay here
I am a slave to genetic sympathy
which swears that my cynical view does not apply
to those who are directly attached
to my blood
I am a slave
and there was never such a thing as freedom