My heart tip toes discreetly In the dark hollow hallways Of self-doubt and low self-esteem. Many a times It trips Stumbles Even falls But still die hardly insistently Treads on this self-destructive path. Why it chooses so is a conundrum in itself.
Me look me in the mirror and me see an abnormally normal individual guess not even a shred of normalcy exists or are things so very normal such that I make out to see the abnormal in the normal life's really going around in circles.