She was in her glory when her horse won the Derby

As much as i have an abundance amount of love for you,

i apologise-

for i cannot take this anymore 

i'm drained, almost suffering

you exasperate me

too much- i must say 

i need more time alone

to resolve all the bickering inside my head

it's been on my mind for far too long

i don't know what to do anymore

i kept bottling all these feelings inside

being a hypocrite to myself.

at times,

it satisfies me 

looking at how far i've come 

without a single breakdown 

i know i need to open up myself

thus explains the "spam account" 

it does not work out the way i want though

for it too, revolutionised into a phony

and sometimes

everyone roll on the aisles-

with sound be in stitches

laughing at me-

oh how funny i've turn out to be;

what a joke i've become.

Here's to the glory of being me.