Incompetence.
I am a man of incompetence.
Can't get along, feeling so drained.
I am a statue, a rock.
No one sees and no one really cares.
Colder than a corpse.
Eyes full of wondering
Am I that dull?
Like I always say
To my only loved ones?
They probably don't feel the same.
I'm doomed, I am in pain.
Maybe I am just a little portion
In their timelines, like a stranger.
Have I done anything superior?
No. Not at all.
No wonder why. It is real.
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Words To Somebody (Poem Book)
RandomA poem book, mostly about my feelings and nostalgia. I don't write this book for views, I just feel satisfied to write everything out like a web book. Leave advice, comments if you like.
