The scariest thought hits me every once in a while;
i only have this life that is truly mine,
everything else is just an illusion
that is dragging me down with this addiction;
this cell phone,this television,this fashion of dressing up for perfection.
i am surrounded by stupid trends drowning me one after another;
i am so deep into this mess i no more say, "i love you" to my mother;
i am busy loving characters, i forget to love myself;
i am hustling for  the best pictures,i forget people starve to death;
i am so lost running around,proving my worth,i forget it myself;
i was so ******* in my phone,i didn't even notice her last call in death.
It really is sad, what has happened to me, to this world,to us all.
This one precious life i have ,i am wasting away ******* in this turmoil , when i should be setting fires to my wings and flying.

Mastermind
Before their time
Or so their bio's show
They paint like
Picasso for a day
By numbers the rest of the year
Billboards say "This way"
But the intellectual vibe
Is the yellow brick road
To never, neverland
They speak rousingly clear
Talk of big plans
But fail to execute on game day
They critique us
Repeatedly so, only
Because they wish they were us
Their belief in nothing
But themselves is undeniably
The fatal flaw