I'm okay,
But I'm not okay with this.

I'm not okay with
the burden of having
a string constantly tied to my mind.

A string twisting and tugging,
showing and comparing,
validating and devaluing.

I'm not okay with
being concerned with the opinions of everyone -
how anyone can decide my worth
with the press of a tiny red heart.

I'm not okay with
playing the game,
being played by the game,
and inevitably losing the game.

I'm not okay with
being a slave -
happily forgoing my wages
for a selfish,
deeply greedy,
abusive,
master.

there once was a kid who thought that out of every badness comes a great goodness onetime he met creepy guy who told warned him not to trust everyone as you don't trust a wild snake the kid said out of every good deed there was a bad one the guy had nothing else to say then one day there was a group of kids and they went to him about a week later he was arrested and hanged because he believed that they had good in them but they blamed them for there mistakes he died as the old man attended his funeral he said trust many but not all

My Doctor ordered me to exercise
So I now walk through my poems
Many a ghost I now do exorcise
I write poems to burn calories
While eating all sweets and savouries
I read poems to exercise
Enjoying words so sweet and savoury
Many years later, I’m still obese
Even after writing to burn my calories
My doctor now wants me
To step out of my comfort zone
So now from writing verse
To writing worse prose I do turn
All my effort just to burn calories
Not playing to the galleries
But for me and my calories
Without earning any salaries
Prolonging this causes calamities
All just to burn a few calories

Take what's for granted.                    
Use it with daily comforts                                                
Watch it disappear  
            
Loose something needed.                      
Become ultimately free                                                    
Cherish everything
            
Looking for the gold.                              
Only the silver appears                          
Better anyways

Social Media Iceberg
the iceberg’s fleeting gleam,
A glimpse of truth, buried in the stream.
Do you feel the furnace, the stifling weight,
Of masks we wear, concealing fate?

A flood of thoughts, suffocating and grim,
Killing the voice that once burned within.
A lifetime of hurt, sincerity drowned,
In the chilling silence where echoes resound

I'm screaming in silence
Wondering to myself
Why is life like this
How come I can't see you
And would you even want me too

I just wanna be with you

The day you left
I can’t help thinking that you committed theft
You ran away with my heart with no warning

They make their entrance—
She in lipstick red, he in black,
A beacon and a shadow,
All eyes on them,
Where whispers collide
And lower boundaries break.

Jealousy blooms—
A ripened fruit, **** and swollen,
A secret bite beneath his skin,
An angry itch crawling inwards,
She, the *****, the sin, the blame—
A ***** temptation,
An addiction burned into the flesh.

Strangers move among them,
Faces of mirrors reflecting her shame,
Eyes refracting his rage,
Life stretches thin,
An LSD trip spiraling,
Searching for meaning
In symbols of truth
Without faith to anchor
The screaming void.

Why the waiting?
Why the blame?
She—
The failure to society’s equation,
They—
A fleeting beautiful façade,
Polaroid shots and pixelated likes,
A collage of nothing,
Of no regrets,
Of red smears on broken mirrors,
And the scent of smoke lingering
Long after the fire dies.