Ideal stage

Humid weather cold Breeze
Knocking mine ideal stone
Sitting swamping with lots of things
To do it or not

It's better doing nothing
Confrontation striking 24/7 why
Questioning why I'm reducing
Mineself like timid
Toy just because I'm not
Satisfying their dreams, desire &
So called future!

It's okay to have break in windy
Storm but still trying to resist,
Crawling existing and still
Minding your sanity to be worthy!
To try rather than let it
Consume in flesh of nonsensical
Judgemental party of shifting

Does I'm still worthless I matter
For mine shine, which helps
Reflecting the real me beautiful
Still alive rather lie death
Of corpse of foreground
Facade face with venom tongue!

The more I dive in mine space
The more I blossom as flower
Breathing satisfying mine
Happiness of living life