Troubled

Stop talking. Hypocrite .Stop wasting my time. Stop babbling. I wish I could blurt out an insult... Maybe that would make you stop. But then i'd feel bad.Stop talking.

Have you taken a look in the mirror ? I cant stand your sight.Look at you . Why did I get into this ? Why am I wasting my time with you ? Why am I here ?I am much rather better off ... with my thoughts ... Me alone.

Thoughts - weird,dangerous,disturbing,fantasizing - the likes...flowing through my head ..every moment of every day. I don't even think I'm sleeping when I'm asleep....I'm talkin to myself. That's psychotic .. Is it ?

Why do I like you people..one moment ...and then abhor you the next ?? Every action of mine is a self contradiction. Troubled.

Grandeur and the Grunge

Go back to where you belong
To days long gone
Simple times ... Simpler rhymes
Days when all would fall in line .
And there weren't any need to retrospect or
read any signs ..

The world ..it seems ... has turned to technology ,
I don't get this Ideology
Why would one want to get work done faster and fill the void ...
With more ... work ?? Where's the logic in this ?
Why cant we just kill time?

Don't you think that family values have taken a back seat ?
In an age when politics and religion are intertwined .
Sanity ...... has become a crime.
That's the grandeur and the grunge of modern times.