Sometimes, well most times I live in my head. It’s hard to interpret or bring my mind into understanding some things.
And most times the only mirror i know is my perspective. My culture
Sometimes am so eager to please, to feel a connection
And sometimes I lose myself in the eagerness
My head can be hell sometimes
Sometimes I have this urge, craving for attention.
I can’t help but ask, Where did they go wrong?
And behold the disease can only cease for moments but never heal
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