My pain is my own.
Here by my own doing.

My pain is me.

Maybe it's to fill a void.
Maybe it's to fill a need.

Maybe the pain is meant to be.

Whatever.

Along the way,
the paths may twist,
be full of angst...

All I know is all I feel....

I will welcome the diversion,
from the pain that won't set me free.

Nancy Winter Miranda

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-pain-is-me/