Not a Poetry
You are more complicated than a riddle,
But you are more straightforward than hunger.
Your dreams hold me tight every now and again, but for you my feelings are trashy.
I painted all day, but now the colour seems vague.
Seldom I am smart, mostly am stupid;
Rarely a good lover, but always silly.
In all honesty, the pain that I feel because of your words, now seems like waste of time.
Thousand words of praise, just a time waste.
These days I feel, Sadness is far better than Happiness.
Do you recognize my true colours?
Hopefully you have apprehended how bad I'm,
So hate me.