hate

he stands so strong and arrogant beside me, he thinks his head is above the clouds. he raises his status by pushing others' down, stripping away all your efforts and initiatives. he is a fierce competitor all out to rise above the rest. his welcoming facade and pleasant smile can be interpreted as one of a cunning devil. cyf.

the blurred surreal is so real
as it overcast my weary eyes
floating bright lights
the gravel on the ground sits coarse
i heaved and hoed
semiconscious
my legs ran on auto at a
pace i'm not allowed to alter
i needed to halt but regimentation over negotiation pushed me on
and on

still being too slow, i was, am and will never be good enough.