Junk food seems friendly;

bubble tea makes me silly.

Fat gains like crazy,

and skinny sounds like an impossibility.

 

Sometimes,

sometimes,

I am apparently a success.

But this is behind the scenes:

I am losing the balance.

I am a mess,

within a mess.

Often I am too depressed,

to break the surrounding slurs, jokes, and crimes

down to digested.

 

I couldn’t escape the stress,

that wouldn’t be exist,

if I would let go and loses,

all my dreams.

 

Only when I am lonely,

I fart secretly,

But loudly, unshamefully,

and lovely.

 

Everyday, I still spend two minutes to think about big things in life;

Everyday, I still rely heavily on my faith.

Even if I live

my everyday in a lie after a lie.