There is loneliness in obsession.
Others seem not to realize
the turmoil of eternally grinding gears -
all thought bent on your own
nebulous fears-
and the sadness,
and the pain,
from morning until the
last moment of conciousness.
Counting the hours,
counting the numbers,
counting the mouthfuls.
There is insanity in obsession.
The need for control is overwhelming:
I envy your freedom,
and draw my leash tighter.
You offer the delicacy of
human compassion,
and I turn away.
See no evil,
hear no evil,
taste no evil.
I deny your fears
(and mine):
go on smiling for you.
I'm not hungry,
and I smile.
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