sometimes i skip meals,
and it makes my rings fall off.
sometimes i skip showers,
because my head already feels washed.
sometimes i skip sleep,
because i dream of time not lost.
sometimes i skip a day,
because i can't find my fucking socks.
isn't it weird, how so many versions of you exist in people's mind?
some know you as the shy person that doesn't talk,
some see you as the annoying person that won't shut up,
some see you cold and mean,
others find you caring and kind.