Instinct

I got my hopes up.

Again.

But this is it.

That's what I keep telling myself.

But it's bullshit.

I depend on men for happiness.

They're apart of my ego

if that makes sense.

So I'll just keep chasing them.

Like a dog who chases it's tail,

I'm never gonna catch it.

But something inside forces me

to go round

and round

and round...