BURDENS -a hypothetical load

Sometimes its like a blur.,

Oh it’s about my career….πŸ˜‡

Want to be the best,

But prefer always to be at rest…

Words ND words dat every time I listen

Wat all think that I am insane. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Don’t know how to do nd what to be ,

But still dats the real me…

Time is something that I wasted

Feel so bad whenever I have been hated..,

Mom call me ridiculous.,

Gf call me fictious.,

Friends call me furious.,

I think m nt serious… πŸ™‚

A poem with words of fear ,

Eyes rolling with tears..,,

Frustration at its peak

Still waiting for that fuckin kick… πŸ™

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