Panic Stricken, I Flee

Suppression and subservience, overwhelmed and discontent, indentured to my petulance, or maybe tantrum's what I meant. Acceptance is a settlement Surrounding me in decadence, embittered by impermanence, a poorly noted temperament. And it takes me from the path. It leaves me in the woods. Forsaken to a wilderness, a self-inflicted loneliness. Manifest my arrogance of my self-centered negligence. Approximation at its best, compromise in ignorance, sinking into wretchedness, self-destructive negligence. I'm malcontent, unsatisfied with these concessions. It's one let down after another, misunderstandings, endless struggle. Cry for help. No one hears me.