Don't Ask
Don’t ask if I will.
Don’t ask if I’m able.
Don’t question what I bring to my own damn table!
I was here long before you noticed,
Counting every petal of the sacred lotus.
Everything that’s mine?
Already aligned.
Picture perfect—no shutter required.
The voices in my head mutter, wired.
Reason dances with insanity,
A fight fueled by profanity.
And you?
You’re nothing.
Nothing is all you’ll ever be.