To say short
there's nothing to define me
because I'm always two
and what I do too
is two
because I'm never one
and I can't be one
and I don't  know which one
to be
because I'm stuck in the middle being dragged and pulled and
attracted
to one or the other.
There's no one to save me;
There's no one to help me;
There's no one to understand me;
Well even you won't understand me because
we misunderstand everything, everything.
And that's why I hate everything
that exists
and what I like does not exist
All I want is to be alone
and that's want you don't give me
you keep pushing me forward
all the time
and you don'T know what I want
You've got to leave me alone
to solve and untangle myself
and that's what I want.
What I want is peace.
Still you don't understand me
because you would think
there's so much to say about me
when there's actually nothing
in this long poem.
Still you'll continue to misunderstand
and confuse me
because I'm myself.

Get lost is the most
used word by bored
sisters and tired  brothers who hear
it and heard that the herd
of curses from their sister's head
is going to vanish, then they would banish
themselves when the devilish
sister bark  and mark
their mom's work.

They are troublesome they do say
but according to a brother's say
it means awesome.
To keep disturbing is going
to be enjoyable when they are able
to make it applicable
to ruin the rain
of pain and strain
and vain and lightning
the amazing and happy things.

But my sister says that like monkeys
we are useful keys to unlock the locks
of happiness and flocks
of interesting blocks of new worlds.
But you know when these things
go jammed like kettles steaming
and kittens calling,
their mind goes blind
like blinds of windows,
like the faces of widows.