Poetry of Shell

Dear Diary,

This world is going as cold as a bathroom tile. 
Every twist and  every turn.
  I go the extra mile. 
Keep on breaking through. 
But repeating cycles.
Sore spots in my brain.
Don't wanna reconcile.
First time paper to pen in quite a while. 
I really love it here,  Think I'll slay like Micheal. There are so many stories in my head. I can't recycle.  I haven't  riden this pen in quite in a while.  met the joker in real life, and Frankly,  he's overrated.   Would have been better off  ordering  a pizza  and just  masturbated.

Im a by-product of my environment.
But I'm done trying to claw my way out of it. You don't know the half of it
Most people would just laugh at it.
But lately, I've just been in my Shell
Cleaning and cooking, gathering all that fell. 

People are cold and uninhabited.
Walking flesh on the earth.
Allow me to laminate it.
If only your vision were like mine.
  I'm only here to serve the divine.
My wings fucking hurt as I look up to the sky. 
Already know you if you walk by.
I know the truth by looking in your eyes. .
A blessing a curse?  What an improvise.
Regardless, of whatever it's my heart Demise.  People see me for who I am they don't realize.

I'm done with the damned.
I continue  to rise. 
Don't care what you say.
You can't even look me in the eye.
Secrets in the dark only I can see.

I will always Love you, but I set you free.

Showing others that light and then they leave.I just keep numbing the pain with all the weed. 
Fwb and some company.
Just chillin' until more come for me.
its the light they  hate. It's not me. I don't allow people to get comfy. Especially when they think they can redirect me.
I know it's hard for you to see.

But God is the one who really sent me.