what a mess

war with oneselfim helpless or atleast thats how it feelslost between satisfied with the bullshit and this doesn't seem realthe wheels of life keep turningand all the learning curves have not straightenedup yetim a lost cause suspected of being a weak subjectsubjected to do immoral thingsthat no real king would ever dare tounprepared i walk through my life scared of the newafraid of being seen nudebut what is there to hide reallyits just my flesh just a piece of flesh like everyone elsesor perhaps im just selfishor perhaps im just so self centereddrawn out of my circle towards the pointedim losttired and aanno yingmyself with all this tirednessone day im wired up the other im tired as sfuckwhat a rutwhat a mess