"we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry."

i really do hate those words
theyre like venom
invading all my thoughts
poisoning them
turning them

“why cant you do this?”
“why cant you be this?”
“why cant you?”

how am i supposed to answer that ?

“becuase im weak”
“because i am not what you want”
“because i have come to hate my own skin”

is this what you want to hear?

mirror mirror on the wall
who is that staring back at you
who is that failure
who is that mirage
who is that coward
and why cant she just be
anything but herself ?

"I love you!", he said.
"Really? You love me?!"
I said, surprised.
"HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY!"
He said while laughing out loud.
"I knew it!", I said laughing,
while my insides are dying.
It will never happened, I whispered.

She asked “Did you take the trash out?”
How do I answer that?
I guess.
There’s still more here.
There are things waiting to be trash
There’s things that we think are things but they’re actually trash
There are things that I think are things but you think they’re thrash and vice versa
We’re eventually going to go out and buy things that will one day become trash
Then someone is going to take the trash and turn it back into a thing until no one wants that thing then it goes back to being trash
Perhaps it’s because we’re so used to handling trash
That sometimes we tend to treat each other the same way

And no, I didn’t take the trash out