Mensa
By KozMic BluEs
I'm stupid. I'm dumb. Uncomfortably, Numb. I'm hatred. I'm lies. Myself. I despise. I'm futile. Nothing. Worthless. Unloving. One plus one. Is two it does seem. In this fucked state I'm in. It could be fourteen. No drugs and no booze. Just a lapse in my mind. My world's at a halt. My thoughts are unkind. The fog so restricting. I cannot see through. I've lost all my bearings. My mind is untrue. Screams in the night. From deep in my head. Trying to break free. But hurting instead. Possesive and painful. And wild, insane. To do a small quiz. Does torment my brain. A thought oh so easy, But not what I think. I look for the answer. The most magnificent. But in the end I find. The simplest is best. The one that is simple. Will solve this damned test. Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 08:40 PM PST 0 • 1
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"I'm stupid...."