my autopsy

my heart it speaks too many words,

does it revive all good feelings??? probably not..

filled like a balloon of my negatives,

am i the person i really am,

or am i the one am camouflaging???

does every human have double takes and doubts,

or is it only me???

does my mind seek answers out??

when my heart knows what i yearn the most....

in the meantime i blame god..

for all my flaws i fail to prod...

solitude to the ultimatum,

can be my real post mortem,

and why does it all seem gibberish even to me???

oh god i decieve thee,

for all i feel now is apathy....