body's built
to starve, late night
accusations
and the magazine
pages keep
on spinning

land on page 99;
how to lose weight
or lack thereof

someone's yearning
for a ***** chai, grande
no ice

almond milky
way

tonight, it's about
mimicry, with no
soul inside

be free, a copycat
of an adolescent

wake up tomorrow
and prepare the head
for it's inevitable
face palm

I think I could see you but I'm not really sure

I'm learning words but when time comes
I couldn't comfort you the way I wanted to

I really want to say nice words
Even though it's just words
But doesn't most of us are affected by them?

Actions, my actions are they, good enough?

When my laziness shake hands with loneliness
They really create a mess

Mixed emotions

So, most of the time
I would just keep quiet

I don't know what to say
Something
That will get the good reactions

So, I will just keep quiet

I don't know what to say
Sometimes
Even though
My brain are running 60.39 megabits per second
Sometimes my heart beating slowly then surprised me with anxiety rise

This is just my sleep complex.