Borderline..

  I'm quirky, blunt and broken

My days are sometimes dark

My nights are sometimes long

I often trip over my own wrong. 

I require attention

Longs for possession

And when words fail, I use music to speak

Even though this singer is too weak. 

Everyday is a battle

Fighting my emotions, reminding myself

That I am good enough and worth loving.  

One wrong word, one look

Everything is a rejection. 

Obsession; picking things apart,

 It is a war zone inside. 

Trying to control everything 

But fails at last; Exhausting.

Wanting to be alone 

But not satisfied just with mine own.

When I make a connection, I attach myself.

Obsessed. Because that is what I do.

 No calls, no messages, no company = rejection. 

It doesn't matter the reason; 

but overbearing & annoying is my season.