Plastics (Outer spirit)

After all day my hands are shaking

Like holding tons of plastic bags

Full with thoughts and stones

But where is tired?

All I knew it comes from heart

And now it was gone

It eats thorns?

Or swallowing something that so bitter?

If it is in good condition then why 

there's no reaction

Like it dont feels a thing

Sometimes plastics are so strong

They even can hold mountains

They're like an outer spirit

Helping hearts that have been dragged

Oh why this is so hard

Because when your heart sickened

There's no way good things will turn.