what is my true nature.

Prose is a word i wouldn't use to describe my writing. it doesn't rhyme, it doesn't provoke contemplation.
it just reflects who i am and how i see the world.
for that, im sure, there is a word.
but I've yet to find it. but its not the only thing in my life that's lost.
ive lost a lot of things. whether ive driven them away, or they've decided that i wasn't worth the minimal effort they put into the relationship.
oh, now im talking about people.
well its all the same either way u look at it.
black & white = grey
tomato & potato = some, weird freaky mutated thing.
that's what life is, that weird freaky mutated thing.