MISSION FAILED.

I'm back to the sniffling, depressive self I was before. All because of one individual in this universe. An individual who believes he can conquer the whole universe. An individual who believes he is my God. I hate this feeling. Why am I, a strong woman of the 21st century, reduced to such a terrible weak state? I don't believe it. Yet I have to. I cannot concentrate on my work, and it is due SOON. I hate this feeling. I'm contemplating undergoing hypnosis. Perhaps it might help. Maybe it will be good to erase all my memory. Then I don't remember who I love and who I hate.

Beneath that veneer of strength
A weak soul lies
Seeking to suck some life
From passerbys

Passerbys in my life
Friends, relatives, family
Some passed by seldom
Some passed too quickly

I reached out my cold trembling fingers
Hoping to touch some warmth
Nary a feather nor a block of wood
Nor a human form cometh forth