Cure

Began with an empty space

In my center, as fragile as a vase

Eagerness slowly settled in for good measure

And that was the start of my guilty pleasure;

Shame isn't something I would feel

For there are many, many people like me-

Call them out and they'll squeal

Hence, taking off someone's mask is deadly.

Heed my sword in which spits out of me

For this addiction of mine is a glee,

Every time I take a dose of this

Fills the space deep inside, bliss;

Although, once the haze clears itself

So does the temporary warmth, the assurance

Then, Madam Melancholy and Sir Rage is left in me-

My side effects, they're something that needs clearance.

You see, Madam hardly leaves, and Sir always comes back

It's just this one thing that keeps them away, the attack:

Temporary joy, but this cure is like a magnet

One side pushes them away

The other side pulls them back, how lovely.