It's the exasperation I float on the way I take a deep breath in through flared nostrils after a tiresome sigh as the sour and almost sweaty air fills my lungs I am lifted head above the water barely staying afloat day after day week after week year after year maybe it's time I went under
I stare at the ceiling A heavy sigh escapes Exhausted Languish Tired Maybe i'll take a rest And remove my capes I already did my best I'll let some of my thoughts escape and let them cool for a while They're all already in a pile
Once I come back I hope I can fill what you lack but maybe it's all just about acceptance and not about changing appearance
I also need to clear my mind my eyes have always been blind when it comes to my own mistakes because I don't have what it takes to be somebody they want me to be So till then, we'll see
Goodbye for now Good luck, somehow
We all need a peace of mind at some point, don't we?