Cheap entertainment
I wish i could blame my self-loathing on someone else.
But i know i cant.
I believe it is all my fault.
The heartbreak i have suffered.
The hate that i feel from everyone.
I run around with guy after guy.
Looking for the love i am refused.
But all i find is cheap entertainment.
An hour of clumsy enbraces.
Just to be left feeling more empty than i did the hour before.
How can i break the cycle,
When its all i know?
To be completely honest,
I almost prefer this strange merry-go-round
To the unknown of a mans' true love for me.
Should i be scared?
Well,
Might as well be.