like a fish out of water,
how can anything right feel so wrong?

like a child who lost her way,
im right here waiting for your lead.

like a tree which had shed its leaves,
barren, hollow, but still surviving.

like a soccer boots without the spikes,
a porcupine without its spines,
what defenses do i have left?

when you take it apart,
then realise you forgot how to put it back together,
what do you do?

when all that is said
is nothing that you want to hear,
is there really anything left to say?

like an essay without words,
you're nothing without identity.

truth is never ugly, just painful and beautiful.