Again.

Again again again, why?

always sad i felt always less than me.

less than me? how you see.

how you know not to see indeed, no not indeed,

well i guess i sit disguised i hide,

i lie hidden inside anxious mind. i tried,

-i tried not to,

running from my fear of the common shit storm i bring with,

so since i cannot appreciate life in twos i join the sunset delighted in my own,

what a beautiful disaster of a perspective.