Why can't I just catch my breath
rather than inhaling in death,
I wish my emotions displayed my exterior
as flesh is always such deterrent inferior.

I realize all my useless apologies,
only serves to make me tasteless,
when I react very verbally aggressive
for every in-sincere mark non-subjective

Inside of our noticeable veins,
where pumping blood reigns
lies part of our conscious-ness
Either hated or sometimes blessed.

I was Humpty Dumpty on that wall
but jumped down and learnt to crawl,
and as I finally learnt how to walk
They scribbled maliciously with the chalk.

I should have just fell and broken
up into a thousand puzzle pieces.