get up i say
lets waste away the day


put on a fake face
to fit in this fake place

pinned down
right now
as of how
confined

redesigned
redefined

outlined
we trace
the age
of ignorancy

clowing around
where jesters sleep

i creep
i crawl

too weak to fall
too strong to gnaw

tired of closing
these supposively
dead eyes that rise

looking in the mirror
i hear i am

not my type

a hypocrite
to who i want to be
i flee

bugged
unfree

unfit
i float

i think
i sink
sunk in a boat

goin around and around
this god forbidden
moat

hating what i wrote
loving what i write

because after all
i am


not my type

sans self? missed your writes, glad to see you here again!

thanks bastet and taz

like

Indeed welcomed.

ty.

Seeing you without
Yet knowing you within
Having you around
My friend
Gives my heart
Cause to grin