Hey

Toilet

A cigarette, music, and a toilet. 

I look at the smoke out from mouth and wonders. 

What do I really want? 

Got a job, failed degree, failed relationships, failed my parents, and failed almost everything. 

Not good at singing, writing, talking, dancing, and most of everything.

Good at cheering others? Nope, not at all. 

Hate celebration of anything, especially birthday. 

Looking at the happy faces and complains.

Wonders even if we complain, who the fuck cares?

The pain, the weather, the results, the job, the relationship, the problem.

Fuck the problem.

Who the fuck gives a shit even if I talk about taking my life away?

Last puff says it all, flush the bud and fuck it.

Pride

Sometimes I do not want to boast.

Sometimes I do not want to make things obvious.

But some will forget that I made the move.

 But some will not take note that I made the shift.

Do not forget that what made you decided to change is through me.

Do not forget that when you fall I was the one to look up for you.

Repaying me with isolation will make me remember your debts.

Remember your past but the process of healing made you isolate my helping hands.

People call this pride overwhelmed me.

People hate me because I have pride.

When you hate a person aren’t you not pride?

When start judging me aren’t you not pride?

Who set the standards that is at fault?

Who has the authority to say who is at fault?