Carrying an ocean of ambiguous waves in my chest
I stormed hard yesterday inside a cubicle to rest
It was a scene but I think it was staged; or no; I don't know why am pouring
like a kettle to a mug,
like a cloud in its heaviest state
I think I'm so fake
But really...
I have been feeling out of best
and I don't know why I'd like to be taken to the lake
Wiping the pool of tears as I stood up from my squat
Lately, I've been sleeping less,
eating less, connecting less
And maybe it had added to my burdens I can't actually specify
I'm so complicated,
I talk to myself and told her,
‘You're crazy.’
