*no one can make you inferior without your consent*

trembling on mediocracy
a tepid existence, am i afraid
of finding some solid ground
and possibly
not feeling so insane
i have worn sadness as a coat, shoes, hat
, it has surounded me
50% of air i breathe is, disbelief
but soundness stands in corners since
i met love and gave into him
and somehow, though i tried to run
i stayed, here i am, happily so
living in love