lone ranger.

i'm just a ghost,

hard to see,

easy to be blinded

i'm just a small sparks of memory,

hard to be remember,

easy to be forgotten

i'm just a visitor,

come for short time,

after decades of journey

then another decade of leaving

i'm just a creep,

easy to hurt,

hard to heal

superman never mine,

i'm still crying

with a no teardrops on my face

me, punchbag is normal

a depth-less sink for all

of  volcanic rage

 sorry never in my ear

reserved for spiteful word

to please me.

my heart just a daily meal,

prepared by backstabbing chefs

for me to digest, survive

pain is the teacher,

give experience that i'd had

over and over

rather mine cornering others

i'm just chasing my own tail.

i'm just a lone

just pay a price of being individual

written during bad mood, at HUSM kubang kerian. aka clinical practical time. too serious.