I waste too much time
worrying about how people care too much about the image
that is perceived by others
of them
One day at a time
Until time runs out
so why run away
From this empty house
Where is my welcome?
Pardon me
Where 'was' my welcome
Fragments left
Anything I do is natural
But I'm not special at all
There is nothing great about any of these
words written
hoping they come out as riddles
Hoping that it can just happen on its own
I don't want to sleep
I don't want to wake up
I wanted forever
I could have sworn we were both screaming it
Nothing feels the same
I catch my self
not often enough
Purpose Purpose Purpose
How good people are at just being what they're supposed to be
I'm still to busy panicking about what we are
Where I am
I think too much
I hear it more often than not
Is it a surprise that I take that as a compliment
Makes me feel as if the reason for my behavior is just to get a certain rise out of people
If you asked me who i was
I would have no idea what to tell you
And I have never felt more sure about that
If I talk about myself
It's all wishful thinking
My biggest flaw
is that I believe I am better than you
I don't even know you
How can I just feel this way?
Is that just how humans are?
Maybe I babble too much
I try to search for an enemy within
I swear I feel humble
or am I just too afraid to challenge those that can defeat me
IN anything that I take pride in
believing I am superior
Smug?
I don't think it's that
Strength and perseverance
having a drive inside
that does not stop for anything
To be obsessed with your work
As if possessed
Purpose makes one lose ability to question their action
That feeling that captures the image in your head
Justifies your hard work
How far have I drifted?
fat fuck
Loser habits
With no work ethic
There is no end to the hamster wheel
Slowly but surely
I guess when I lose it for a moment
What the fuck am I doing?
I used to think if you're doing something
it is better than nothing
Now that something has me wondering............
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