You Could Never Know

I can’t believe that the world in which I live in is all just a fake word.

I can’t even believe that the world where I live in is of humans who eat themselves to survive.

I can’t understand what greediness is, even after I am so much greedy.

I can’t understand what these feelings are which makes me write beyond I could reach.

I can experience the limitlessness that I can have with my life ahead but too short.

I know that you are not able to figure out what I say, and I don’t want anyone to be.

And my words best define me without letting anyone know.

Everybody have an incomplete broken part of my story and no one is one.

And I am the one.