detachment is better than attachment;

sometimes, i just don't know what to think anymore.

are you too childish, or am i just being too mature.
nah, that's just tootin' my own horn.

but still, don't hurt my feelings that way.
i'm not as strong as you think.

i don't joke.
not exactly.
my "jokes",
are nothing but sarcasm;
laced with a hint of vodka,
scotch,
whiskey,
and the finest wines.

drugging you,
till, to you,
i'm blurred at the edges.

and you never get to see my true self.



grow up, i say.
grow up.

but who am i to admonish you,
if i myself have my own faults?