Undressed

I am human just like all of you; Though I am many things but weak. I simply grow, I simply weep; Easily hate being cheap. The ones around go round and bound To whatever is their playground. Come back to sense and check the background. You try your best, yet it's a mess 'Cause they never rest Until you have a gritty nest Fully opened 'till your chest. Deep down you hear whatever's near The countdown rains seconds of fear.. When you decide what's yin or yang It's like a boomerang. You hang the words down a string of truth It hurts as much as a wisdom tooth. There's no such thing as fountain of youth But you can always soothe the ones with broken tooth. The journey is within, blooming its way, Convey the best as a bouquet! When you create and surround yourself with doomsday Don't expect people to not run away! But you carry on being a human 'Cause I am not weak nor you are inhuman. Copyright R. By Roxanne Camelya 05.07.1...

Been going on and on throughout a journey of happiness with ups and downs, struggles and all that jazz. Last year, my ego went down to zero ubiquitously because of social order. Full stop. It's that basic with a hint of madness to it. I utterly disguise myself in the dark and feel like running around in infinite circles without any escape. In this world full of masked people, I am one of them. I no longer seem to define genuine from the rabble; oh, how I wish I could turn back the chronometer and obstruct the limitless possibilities I own. I drive myself crazy because I cannot escape the gravity of this world. There is a certain way of seeing chattels and that is limited by the straight line foremost your conscious. I wonder whether there is actually no right or wrong and simple is the manner you go all the way. I wonder whether us, the mortals are keeping ourselves from objectifying our lifespan. The magic within ourselves is like yin and yang; illusions chained to the rhyt...