I am the best

specially when I’m

flying over the cuckoo’s nest

but I would still rather

not to confess

all this pressure I’m holding 

inside my chest

but I’m trying

hard enough to suppress

all these colliding particles of air

while digging my own lair

if only

I got over 

all this resentment,

urge myself in being more independent

but I just can’t deal with the commitment

of letting go of my sentiment.

I am the worst, too.

specially when it matters the most

on such things

like raising the offspring

and loving you.