you filthy dog, go lick some bones.
it doesn't hurt, throw your stones.
even roses, have some thorns.
it won't ***** you, just come close.
think you're tough, you're just a clone.
weak as a bug, despite your horns.
cut your wings, you cry and moan.
don't act almighty, when you're prone.
you don't terrify me, I'm all grown.
on head of a prince, a crown once shone.
but only a king, can take the throne.

nature. nature has never failed me
never made me angry or sad,
always containing me like the mother it is
there's something soothing and so magnificent about nature
watching a dark forest lit by moonlight
watching green moss and foggy nights
watching scattered clouds in the sky
watching the stars as the light up the sky,
and feeling safe that there's a man in the moon watching over us,
with an ever sad and lonely gaze upon the earth
watching the waves as they come and go;
hitting with gigantic force the brick blocks
watching the road on a summer's day;
sitting in a car going as fast as the wind
watching your skin shiver as a gentle breeze passes
watching the grass and the trees and the flowers dancing with the wind
watching the birds chirping and being alive
listening to the rain pouring down wetting the streets and everything
watching the night envelope itself with a certain chill
yes, nature. nature that made me cry once......with joy.

i haven't experienced any type of emotion for a while;
haven't got too angry, too sad, too anxious
neither did i get too happy, too calm, too relaxed
as if all emotions faded into a black hole inside my heart.
have all my attempts to conceal my feelings triumphed?
if that's the case, i don't want to be a winner, i want.....i need to lose.
*it's that thin line between being too emotional and too emotionless;
a bipolar effect.