By Arcassin Burnham


Competing with another human being
It's not me,
It's really personal
With all the hearts on my sleeves,
I am not a god or anything
You don't believe,
But I get senses of beauty
When I go to the beach,
(I swear I have trouble Coping)

My glorious days will always
Be my defeats,
Trying to relive and laugh with pride
No empathy,
You could try to push buttons but
I never will redeem,
To have a better life I swear
Is faded in a dream,
(I swear I have trouble Coping).