neurotic ways

Worrying

Wondering

Dying to know 

what’s festering inside 

And continues to grow

I think I know about everything

I think I’ve finally learned how to see

but something is still festering

deep inside of me

My lust and desires 

for touching and tasting

The flesh of those men

I continue chasing

So many have come

So few have stayed

To experience my inherent neurotic ways

and my mental disability 

won't go away

and something is festering inside of me