I molded this world from the bumps and crevices I encountered
Yes, it's not perfect but it is multi-colored
In your eyes it will be weirdness and irregularities
In mine it would be a masterpiece of extremities
It would be my snow globe, a confinement where I am untouched
My source of enjoyment, environment where I can just relax
I can be careless, carefree, live without stress
wearing a different person's face would be the best
I can drown in my own air, swim in my head and think of myself
No one to bother, to live for, to realize what image I have on the shelf
I can endlessly watch the fall of snow on my face
let it cover the distorted, the made up, the ugly surface.
Soon, I'd be waking up in the world I am creating.
No one would find me there hibernating.
Let the people think what they wanted to.
It doesn't matter if I am already blue.
A/N: this is already included in my poetry collection if you want to check it out and some more. :)