why am i such a wretched creature?
don't look at me.. dont know me..
i am still not human

i couldn't hate it. i couldn't crush it.
because i looked human to you
even as i struggle, turned inside out.
with my crumbling mind, i reach out blindly,
like a cocoon of a human,
dangling from its own threads.

i can hear your sighs
i feel like an insect, drowning in your cup.

i finally realised
i wasn't even an insect
my own filth, unknown even to myself,
seeps into your cup

wouldn't it be nice if,
one morning,
i simply wasn't here any more?