I succumb to vanity!

My mirror

athorned in a bed of vines
immobilized in seconds of affirmation
despondency hidden in lines
lines that depict one's vanity
a mirror gazing away from the visage
a blistered cause with no rhyme
should it be that no one dare cry?


nowadays.. it's like how you feel that you can actually willingly control your feelings but it's all in self control. Like how sometimes, i feel like expressing myself, but just looking at the audience who would hear my whines, you really don't dare... our minds are fighting a battle in our head, whether one should speak up or just keep mum. And in a way it's a sign of being vain because like othello said.. "reputation,reputation,reputation!" some of us really are noble people who really dont mind being themselves.. but honestly..justy like there is vanity in every one of us.. there is a sense of vanity in reputation in every one of us. We do not want to appear inferior, dumber or even richer that someone because you fear your reputation of probably being a humble person or a logical person would be put down...and people would not be socially inclined with you because they fear you can't be yourself and they can't trust if you are actually yourself or just posing as someone... so seriously..those posers out there... be kind..rewind...and eat the humble pie.. cry.. even if that's you!

it's 23 30.. only studied chem like only until salts... and then i fell asleep listening to airbag by radiohead while studying... why does your music have to be so good radiohead???? so speaking about music, despite the fact that dillon adn ribbon are actually bothering to write any lyrics and all, i will not succumb to temptation but instead live strong and study hard for final year and attempt to get triple science to fulfill my wish to study criminal psychology.. honestly, how cool is it to learn why criminals think, of molesting young children, raping innocent women, cannibalism ... i heard of a case of a paedophilic guy who actually turned paedophile after an accident.. so some frontal lobe or something got damaged and the malfunction or something caused him to like little boys..

sad how fate depicts you... and not you depict your fate... you could have been a well to do guy with 8 different virgins every night... but one day you're crossing the streets after getting okamoto condoms.. BOOM!.. you're in hospital.. u see a little boy you start thinking of solemnizing the poor boy..