Negative burden

Torn in twain, my heart lies rent,

Not from death, nor violent agitation,

But my indiscriminate torment,

Unknowingly of my negative constitution!

Emoitionless stress accrued,

Through laborious slavery,

Easily on loved ones issued,

Leading to their cruel misery!

I am empty, callous at times,

With no thoughts of others,

Save being right is my crime,

Not knowing when to shut up...bothers!

Blindly I stumble, trampling emotion,

Killing, destroying what I find precious,

Not realising the extent of my pollution, 

Through behaviour unmistakable as pretentious!

Why am I eager to always be right?

To fight the fight, though being right is wrong?

Why not let ignorance thrive in the night?

Maybe happiness then will be my song?

How do I fix that which is me?

Fix what is my inherent personality,

So that I can be finally free?

Free of my destructive, negative disability!