Confessions (Rant Room, maybe?) / the restless mind

Confession No. 3

I do not see my worth.
I am not of this world.
I only see a rotten core.
I watch you as you troll.

I watch the rain as I pour.
I stare at the sun as I fall.
I feel the wind as I blow.
I touch the ground as I growl.

I can no longer pretend.
I exhausted my defense.
I do not buy your pretext.
I dwell no more in complex.

I am sick of uncertainties.
I want to rest from iniquities.
I have given up rigidity.
I seek only singularity.

I desire more of simplicity.
I lack none in dexterity.
I long more for sincerity.
I retreat from complexity.