how can i live without those things
that mold me?
the sweetness of my being,
the sour truth behind it all.
the nice moments when i feel strange,
the hostile times i scream for no reason,
why do i hate you?....hA!
as if you don’t know why!
why do i love you?
that is yet to be clear to me,
for it has no logic,
something i have always found.
something i have always kept sacred upon my shrine.
why do i adore you?
ask my sweet side.
two things completely opposite,
yet somehow i manage to survive,
but i ask you, why am i sweet when all i feel is sour?
why is my world upside down?
why do i enjoy it all?