I do wonder why you chose me,
     Could it be my foreign looks,
     Or perhaps you wanted to add an Asian to your books
Why on earth indeed, especially when you're free?
I hope it's because we're destined to be,
     But I feel as if I'm on a hook.
     This feels surreal just like out of a book;
I do wonder how you love me.
  I have a volatile mind,
       That will not cease doubts
  From overflowing until I'm out-shined.
  I feel drained from being entwined
        With my thoughts, hoping for that final knockout.
        Hoping for all this to end - yes, I know I'm a sellout.
  But this is my life; I will not be out-shined.

These monsters that live in my brain,
Are constantly circulating,
screaming,
Dying of pain.
My soul struggles,
reaching for an escape,
Before this snake,
Induces a forced ****.
My heart feels nothing but anger,
And it's weighted down,
by a heavy steel anchor.
An anchor so muscular,
It's dragged me down to my grave,
So here I am.