Still the same.
Still searching.
Still scrambling.
Still by the thread.
Hanging on with dread.
Still insecure.
Still anxious at the core.
Still horrible at poems.
Still unwilling to learn.

Different voices
Speaking at once
Who am I
Too many opinions
An entire society.

A part of me
Wants to fly.
A part of me
Is afraid of falling.

Let's go eat some air again,
Or sit under a lonely star,
Where the cold of the night
Numbs my nose,
Talking away the hours
You at one end of the bench
And me at the other.
But something in the distance
Is it something in the air
That the moment feels like electricity.
Just sitting with you there.

Hooked on
to the drugs
My doctor gives me
He tells me not to skip a day

But i feel it's the meds
That's making me feel this way.

He says its my only hope
But i can't feel my heart no more
He says i got to take em twice
Before and after meals
If only i got hungry like i did before

My doctor is a very nice man
But i don't believe in his plan
he says regular walking will
Stop the talking.
but the voices follow me till bed.

my doctor says he understands
by his voice i think
he's the only one who can
So i take his pills and advice.
But I wonder does he
really know whats it like
To be undoubtedly desensitised.