You try and control,
You eventually lose control,
Finally you are controlled,
And it's a price to pay.

Sustainance doesn't satisfy,
Manipulation gets you by,
All you dream of is things you could multiply,
And it's a price to pay.

Never thought of a being rather than just being,
Never understood instead of just seeing,
It's always been instinctive acquiring and leeching,
And it's a price to pay.

You drown in self-loathe and guilt,
Your world is always in a tilt,
Everything crumbles that you've built,
And it's a price to pay.

It's not material,
Neither is it physical,
It's simply emotional,
But it's a price to pay.

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A/N:

It's a Repetitive Style of poetry where a word, or a phrase is repeted to generate the desired effect of poetry.