To the core
The skin I'm in
It's not good enough.
though it's not.
but i am too lazy to say anything more 'cause i don't want to be judged as a judger and my mind is so chaotic; i feel like tripping on my words and the conversation's gonna get longer and longer and i'll say another bunch of comments then you'll reply as if you're listening but then counter my argument like you've never heard it until i got tired and agreed to what you say so
"i think it's fine."
as an introvert and not really a sociable person, i have this social anxiety of speaking up my thought so i often just agree with what other people say
but in these times of crisis, i hope people speak up more and not remain passive and imprisoned with their thoughts because it do help a lot to let your voices be heard
shut your mouth
are you capable of sitting silently?
i have watched you
in my hour of boredom
you have become my problem
peace has stormed out of the room
because of your inability to be quiet
do you really have to yawn that loudly?
is it really necessary to bulldoze me with your breath?
yet i find it bewildering
that the annoyance you cause me
stems from your simple act
of being free
Deal with your mouth,
As with a door.
please shut up about the moon
why won't you leave her alone?
she's busy casting silver glow
from her starry night of a throne
and weeping after you stuck
your disgusting little flag
into her skin all those years back
i hate america
After all those years of rambling,
Being too talkative, over sharing,
I finally found a way to have control.
My lips didn’t dare move
When they were blissfully punished.
Day after day, scar after scar,
Taking too much wasn’t an issue anymore.
Stings from cuts and tears of red
Left my tongue tied and mute.