Peeling

I try to appreciate me,
For all my inadequacy,
I cannot be perfect,
Nor overly great,
But what I can do,
Is live myself,
For mine,
Even with,
All your degradation,
This pain of actions,
And verbal scorn,
Can just descend away,
Adrift your lips.

spiritless

why does the world
seem to want to make
me smile and cry
all at the same time
while i fall away
into leftover thoughts
of what i am
and was
of how i can be
of today
of tomorrow
but never knowing now.