Sometimes, I feel down and tired, like butter spread over too much bread. And I cannot express what I feel.
So I found this poem by Frove. And it said what I could not express.
Awaken, brushed teeth, bathed.
Away I go. Laughed. Whispered.
Stared. Lied. Shared. Fiction, psychology, Ate.
Wrote. Truth. Regret. Batman. Hide! Hide! Hide!
Mask. Inner child. Freedom, innovation.
Hate. Anger. Suffering.
One of the gargoyles moved. I'm not the Batman. I'm only a batman. I weigh only a batman.