Behind The Scenes

by Potatoes

November 7, 2015

Junk food seems friendly;

bubble tea makes me silly.

Fat gains like crazy,

and skinny sounds like an impossibility.

Sometimes,

sometimes,

I am apparently a success.

But this is behind the scenes:

I am losing the balance.

I am a mess,

within a mess.

Often I am too depressed,

to break the surrounding slurs, jokes, and crimes

down to digested.

I couldn’t escape the stress,

that wouldn’t be exist,

if I would let go and loses,

all my dreams.

Only when I am lonely,

I fart secretly,

But loudly, unshamefully,

and lovely.

Everyday, I still spend two minutes to think about big things in life;

Everyday, I still rely heavily on my faith.

Even if I live

my everyday in a lie after a lie.

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PotatoesNov 7, 2015

Junk food seems friendly;bubble tea makes me silly.Fat gains like crazy,and skinny sounds like an impossibility. Sometimes,sometimes,I am apparently a success.But this is behind the scenes:I am losing the balance.I am a mess,within a mess.Often I am too depressed,to break the surrounding slurs, jokes, and crimesdown to digested. I couldn’t escape the stress,that wouldn’t be exist,if I would let go and loses,all my dreams. Only when I am lonely,I fart secretly,But loudly, unshamefully,and lovely. Everyday, I still spend two minutes to think about big things in life;Everyday, I still rely heavily on my faith.Even if I livemy everyday in a lie after a lie.