it's not the way Iam
My brain at 3am
recollects the flustering moments
and awfull stuff happened to me
My eyes,
over whelmed with tears
My ego,
contrasting myself to others
cursing people who
were terrible , but
the anger inwardly
becomes docile to control
My humour,
worried about my future at 3 am
overthinking makes me percieve insecurity
My soul,numb at the midnight
all until...
the sloth inside me comes around
the series of thoughts shuns away.