Not Human.

Yep.

I recover and I adapt

I change and overcome

But what I refuse to do is settle

Be the b!tch who never learned to meddle

In other people’s businesses and triumphs

I shy away from successs but it haunts me like the plague

I cry at night because my light is just too goddamn bright

And I think too much

And I write the same stuff

Over

And Over

And Over

And Over

Again.

Am I original?

Nah just delusional.

Delulu is the solulu or more like the trap

I am not rich in wealth

I am not worthy of the medals you have bestowed up me

I barely recognize my own enemies

God…what is wrong with me?

I remember being carefree

Joyous

In love with life

Maybe it was because I was kid then

And didn’t understand

Or maybe I did and found better ways to deal

Now I just live for the appeal

Of blood in my mouth

And

Lazing about on the same broken couch

Eating nothing but what the Gods gave me

I am power hungry

Insatiable

Unstable.

Loosing it.

Or have I already lost it?

After all the hits my pride has taken

My ego is but a rice grain

Just kidding, it soared

It skyrocketed to space

Am I even human without the big blustering thing?

Without feeling like I know every goddamn thing?

Probably not.

But I am not sure I am human anyway

So there’s that.

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