This self righteousness that i have,
It disgusts me
Preaching the walk I know I will never initiate
The more I talk
The less sense I make
This weird feeling of tomfooly
Afraid of being look down at
But too lazy to work
Psuedo, it is psuedo
And I a fool
Too excited
Too talketive
Like a juvenile tool
YOU ARE READING
There's something I want to say
PoetryAn abandoned mother tongue a bilingually broken mind and a terrible, terrible human. all at my own service.
