The slightest inconveniences for you, influence your attempted defamations,
And they leave me defenseless against a grudging exasperation, accompanied with self-deprecation.   

I lie here, wondering what peace actually feels like,
Because I've acquired familiar lonesome, daydreams of my death, and the infamous bright light.   

Enjoying life is tough, and perhaps I have a lifetime left to live,
However, the enjoying part is rough because I can't enjoy anything demanding my mental health expense.  

Moderation is out of reach, and my priorities are out of line;
What you're asking me to choose from, is scholarships or the pursuit of happiness of my kind.   

I lie here, wondering what death actually feels like,
Because the only time everything seems fine is when I'm in communion with my God, every dawn to every night.   

The slightest inconvenience turns insignificance to preeminence,
And when the rug gets too full and when you find me near the edge, need I be reminded that it's just 'that time of the month' again.



Tuesday 26 November 2024