Truth

                                            *picture taken from google

so what's the point of me?
of you?
of us?
of them?
of everything i owned?

why lying and pretending
that everything is fine
when every single pieces is turned in to a mess?

what so good with having lots of busy time
when nothing runs smoothly?

why bother others difficulties
when you cannot even define the problem you have?

funny, isn't it