im tired...
i guess its time
for reaffirmation.
but theres no one to do it for me
i realise how tongues are tied
when its time to name my strengths
tongues wagged when
my weaknesses await to be splurt
i guess...
its just like that
no one sees anything
my strengths are curses
they are just so
double sided.
the way zinc behaves
like an amphoteric oxide
so do my strengths
act for good and evil.
why?!

im tired.
tell me if i should run
and where do i run to.
its when im happy
and when i search deeper
happiness was but
emptiness
perfection is an ugly scar
yet imperfection is a deformity
wats this brain for
wat's its use?
wats this sickly container for
its of no good.
tell me how this mixture of junk
can mean something different
tell me wats
the worth of junk.