yes. I admit. I get jealous of you sometimes
yes. I admit. I get jealous of you being a magnet. You, being the centre of attraction.
yes. i admit. i see you not as friend but my rival sometimes.
yes. i admit. when you are there, i feel so unimportant.
I FEEL SO WORTHLESS, POWERLESS, COUNTER-PRODUCTIVE AND USELESS IN A SENSE!
Yes. I admit. I feel the inferiority complex that bridges between us when you talk with me sometimes.
yes. i admit. I grew a covetous and its was asphyxiating.
haven't you catch a sight of the stars? scrutinize it before you could actually determine. My eyes that hides mysterious things and feelings about these world.
I cant help comparing
There's no uniqueness in my palm.
That's why i hate me.
I hate myself.
I hide behind pseudonyms
I am trapped inside a mask.
Cornered in a black hole and sea of strangers.
AND THE WORST IS, THERE ARE MILLIONS OF THEM
TOXIC PEOPLE.
and that is what making the road a mosaic
me being me.
me living as me
and me existing as me.
hell.
Future brain: But on the other side, they say. I am enough. And I think being "just enough" is okay but always. Just always, remember your worth.
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