Often my position and path are in opposition to my chosen recourse.
The shit-storm rises and builds with the power of my self-destructive force.
It seems as though my predetermined reaction to fulfilling my desires is self-terminating.

Looking at it from inside-out, its quite frustrating, but from outside-in its tragically entertaining.
But when I give this issue to further inspection,
It seems to some degree, everyone subjects themselves to self-rejection.

Look at the person who dreams of a meaningful relationship of love and affection,
But is hopelessly attracted to someone who treats them with disrespect and dejection.

An addictive desire, and the desire to end an addiction,
Is a difficult cycle to break of divided-self-friction.
We must derive some sort of sick, sub-conscious satisfaction from this
self-mutilation;
Our mental-emotional, malisciously-massochistic masturbation.

So will I eventually discontinue to self-destruct?
Or am I imprisoned in this cycle and hopelessly fucked?

Andrew, Ontario, Canada