a horror that seeps into
your soul
and saturates it.
It brings its own clouds and rain
to an otherwise sunny day
and threatens to spoil the most
perfect of moments.
It has not received its fair share
of bad press
for it lurks with the minor sins
looking askance at the more
unmentionable ones
satisfied in the knowledge that
humanity cannot see it
for what it is.
It climbs onto the victor's podium
of many a life
spoiling and souring the success
that could have been.
So I hate you and I name you
dissatisfaction
and cast you out into
the darkness where you belong
and from whence you slithered
in the first place.
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