I am not comfortable with who I am,
And I am no closer to accepting it.

Just because I smile doesn’t mean I’m okay,
Maybe I’m just good at keeping secrets.

You see this is why I am not comfortable,
I lie and lie and lie.

I am not comfortable with who I am,
And I am no closer to accepting it.

I tried to save me but I failed,
And just like everyone else I left me.

Now I am nothing,
And maybe this nothing is my comfortable.

You are an ocean,
And I merely a wave.
I am only a ripple in your existence,
Yet you are my entire life.
It's impossible for us to be together.

While at work
Random thoughts crosses my mind
Then I’ll hurry to my note
To write down the line

Along the formation of sentences
I always get lost in the process
Poetic thoughts and verses
Gets tangled, I can’t progress

So I ended up with chaotic words
Unrhymed lines and incoherent thoughts
Vague ideas, unfinished poems
Scribbles, doodles on my notes

I am chasing word per word
Trying to form even a rhyme
Or whatever comes my mind
Just to amuse myself during my boring work