I'm scared of people copying me,
I'm partly paranoid,might be.
Why can't I talk to others?
Not that anyone ever hardly bothers.
My existence is so fake and covers.
I'm scared that I might die alone,
I'm scared that my evil twin is my clone.
I'm scared that my hairs will fall off,
my life is basically all a showoff!
I'm scared that I'll grow old and ugly,
I'm scared that I won't make kids ultimately.
I'm transphobic,homophobic,all in all,
my soul is trapped in horror like "Annabelle" lost in a doll.
I drew sharp wings by my eyes like a knife,
I fear that one day I might forget most part of my life.
I'm afraid of graveyard and life hereafter,
my dwindling mood goes sad and laughter.
All my life went through absolute abstinence,
almost as if in a rehab or asylum and inconsistence.
I don't care if I have no job,no babies,
at least my pearly teeth got no dental carries.
some messed up life of everyone around,
a better life soon will be found.
Life in Florida,Canada is better?
I always like male child,now I guess I want a princess daughter.
Sweet and innocent,
Johnson's powder scent.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Rose garden that grew within me✔
Thơ CaI literally remember those days when I had this sort of conversation with my sister over the phone: "guess what?" "lemme guess another new poem!".🥀 and then we scream 'Yay' in our own world of happiness. I re-read some of my favourites among these...
