why are there so many fakes around.
fake stuff, yes. but most importantly, fake people.
fake stuff, yes. but most importantly, fake people.
i hate those fake gestures we pass around,
the handshakes,
the simple nodding,
the smirk smiles,
the insignificant hugs.
sometimes it feels so hard to get by,
to please all the people around.
so that you wont be left out.
is it that bad to be yourself,
where vulgarities can run freely like a monkey in the jungle?
different people with different perspective.
different people with different mindset.
bores me.
sets me aloof.
I'm tired of giving those smiles.
and friendly glares.
but all i get is bitching.
argh.
this shouldn't be affecting me.
cause as a confident person i am,
i should not even feel judged.
but welcome to the real world, bastard
lying makes things worst.
you are just an insecure son of a bitch.
yes, yes, i am, i am.
i shall embrace it, and flaunt it to the world.
so that i can act like a place mat for them,
they eat food from my plate,
they ask for bus fare everyday,
and steal my partner.
my exaggeration.
was it something i did.
or said.
or eat.
or breath.
or maybe.
its my colour.
is it cause I'm not as fair.
is it cause my nose flares when i talk and smile.
is it cause of my total openness before, during and after sex.
i cant help it if i know a thing or two more...
why am i ranting like a mad person.
but you are..!
who are you?
a voice in your head.
should i get some help?
maybe a therapist.
really?
asylum maybe.
sigh..
you whine too much bitch.
okay.
back to work.
no psp.
please please get it out of my system.