Part 2.1

I am full of lies.

But no one sees it in my eyes.

Lies as simple,

as I am fine.

I am full unwanted love.

So I fly away like a dove.

Things as simple,

as unrequited love.

I am full of colors.

Something I can't see, colors.

Everything is grey,

but I dream of you in colors.

I am full of unused application.

Lacking any form of motivation.

All I feel is shades of blue.

Not even any, determination.

I am full of useless philosophy.

Nothing that I know, I need.

Like how pi is 3.141592653.

Yet nothing I know, I need.

I am full of computer errors. Of bad news, I am the bearer.

This and that and those and being,

being, trapped by my night terrors.

I am full of lyricism.

Everything bouncing off the walls of my mind, prism.

Just a stupid lonely poet,

with poems full of lyricism.

I am full of self obssession.

My face has turned ashen.

No color, no emotion.

Void of any feeling, no passion.