i stared at my palms & wished that the cracks on it were depicting some kind of path towards another heaven
my lungs are anchored down by a thousand threads laced with pessimistic poisons
i want to convince myself that i am not an anomaly of the society
   nor a mistake made by god
but i am too tired of getting hugs that i do not deserve
am too guilty to be another precious child
the mask that i wore is beginning to  fade
& as i listen to the manic voices in my head singing their anthem
all i can do now is wish that my corpse decay soon as i am a mere phantom hiding beneath a wasted vessel of a teenage boy.