I am a..
Liar, a guard to the Fort Knox of my brain
Friend, for the quantity not the quality
Thief, disrespecting with the disorder of anarchy
Stranger, to the parents that raised me
A fuck up,
A loose cannon in all generality
Who I used to be, Who I still am to be
All of these baggage to me
I am a..
Thinker, With too much time confined to this mind
Lover, give my quality or just another quantity
Loner, hung to the walls like a flower
Writer, who preaches of an outreach to the choir
I am human.
YOU ARE READING
Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
