Take a look at this girl
Her hairs a mess
And she cant take care of herself
Unless someone else does

Take a look at this girl
Biologically she’s cis
Mentally she wants to be a boy
Spiritually she never wanted to exist

Take a look at this person
She wanted to live free without anyone
But she breaks when no ones there for her
So she has no choice but to stay with everyone

Take a look at this person
She never had a childhood nor fun
Missing out, she’s mourning for that loss
But doesn’t know what she actually missed

Take a look at this human
She doesn’t understand feelings but pretends to
She has friends but was never there for them
She knows she needs to learn but doesn’t want to

Take a look at this human
Can you even call her a human?
Can it even identify as a human?
When it did nothing to be human at all

Take a look at this
It’s state it’s in is their own fault
Wishing for everything but doing nothing for it
Now it’s rotting in bed doing nothing but regret

Take a look at this
This shouldn’t be a human
This isn’t a human

For a while i had loved this girl,
Her smile and eyes burying in my soul,
Looking my way as if I’m her love.
But then again, nothing but false hope.

Walking side by side,
Crossroads of life, parting ways.
Not one word spoken.

Time passing, unchanging.
I found her in a quiet bookstore.
Still beautiful and beaming.
A ring on her hand,
Matching with another man’s.

How wrongly i thought,
To think i could even let her go
How could i even?
With another woman

Anger is never the answer
Is what they always say
And the moment you let all of it out
Guilt will only find its way

Break a beloved
Regret replacing anger
Malady mourning

Try expressing your anger in another form
But what kind of form?
Writing, painting, creating, and a lot more
Art? Complexity isn’t my cup if tea
Then malady, destroying isn’t the key