i feel i'm 81 but when i look at my face, my body i realize it can't be true but i still doubt whether my face is just a mask perhaps my secret and then i have to remind myself of my actual age by remembering my birth date but what the hell does it change when i'm aware of the pure fact that i should have been dead long time ago preferably when i was a baby and i say to myself maybe then you'd finally be happy, satisfied for as you said it urself once i ruined ur life simply by choosing to survive when you showed be this pathetic, superficial, with no values world 10 yrs later on i promised you to do one responsible action in my darn life and i haven't forgotten it yet i suppose i never will don't you dare to either! a couple of days ago i listened to an alien's life story and i believed he was an ordinary guy simply a human not like me cuz i didn't know he's from another universe where i still believe i'm able to find happiness too but i'm not sure yet. so i thought he was a human at first i knew i wasn't one 'cause my personality's too ambivalent too abstract to belong to an original human unfortunately, i just realized perhaps too late that when he asked me to fight at the same time he handed me a knife smiling so innocently now he's dangerous, irrational and since nothing hampers me anymore i've come to the conclusion that he can't controle the power i gave him as a gift and now it's like poison to me which means i have to take it back to ruin it, to bury it as soon as possible.Birth sign: Libra
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