You may have my good half
But must also take my bad...

In my own mind
I take on forms of countless avatars...

I am a peacock
My mind is my tail...

I'll reach across the ether
if only to apologize...

Love is a war zone
on which I find myself a casualty...

My mind seething at 2am
awash in creative energies...

Can true friendships be formed?
at least can they...

Adverts on my screen
flashing windless banners...

I want to see and be seen
just to hear and be heard...

I've been told so many things about myself
That, statistically, I should have died a newborn...

I dip my quill in ink
yet know not what to think...

At rope's end
I tie the knot...