Poesie

Procrastination, anxiety, horror.

October 26, 2017

Around afternoon

Just a rant. #AGAIN 

I am everything I hate,

I am ill- tempered,

Very irrational,

And admitted to be impatient.

I tend to hear voices in my head,

Whispering jibberish on how I do nothing.

On how my life progress based on how our internet works,

That means an underlined VERY.

My head is pounding from pressure from nothing,

Nothing has been a relevant person in my life.

It's what I do, what I am and what makes of me.

With all the qualities I have,

I call myself lucky to have my peeps.

People that actually means something,

My total opposites.

Yet they are the ones that filled my life with meaning.

Im the kind of person that shuts up,

I don't talk and act all nasty.

Like if you dare touch me,

You must be ready to meet hell.

Because I will shut you up,

In most horrible way possible.

I've learnt to use the word horrible to describe my attitude,

Im horrible at socializing,

Im horrible at making friends,

And Im barely horrible in writing.

I have a terrible headache,

And I use terrible for things that are unintentionally bad,

Horrible for intensionally me.

I shut people out of my world,

And I hate that I get lonely upon doing it.