Anything relating to you is nothing but flattened dead fish.
"On bro and them, you had me falling too deep" I can tell you been practicing to lie deep.
Riding and manspreading in the back of your 2013 Honda Civic with pretzels riding shotgun.
I can tell you been deeply inflicted with a trouble side, come to our side. The comeup I had from New York was anything but a fantasy, no baseball league.
I thought you should know, I came into this world looking different directions.
I had too much pride as a baby to let anything harm me as a little baby.
Just before I was born, doctors labeled me already.
Having all these mental disorders being thrown across the room left, and right, I got a headache in the womb and came out aching to be relieved from being squished on my head.
I got scarred inside.
Surgery at a young age just to see a world I ended up disliking.
Despite all my childhood people telling "The future is bright for you! The future is beautiful." The hold up occured when I first initiated my first stage in life: Interaction. People aren't worried about you, nobody cares if you're useful. Entertainment is what they crave and that's what I just am to people, Entertainment. Tired of telling people "I don't have friends, I have acquaintances." Never am I ever ungrateful for those close to me. (shoutout to the PingaLarga Clique!) I can tell people are uninterested, I can tell they definitely aren't interested in I, I'm not fronting. My lies are blurred because you mistaken them for the truth, don't you see? My smile gave me harm, and I'm scared to crack a joke. I am the joke. The harm in that is in within me.
Nobody will hurt me, for as long as I live, nobody will harm me, but myself pleasing you.
Finishing something to end it is a hard task because you can't take no as an answer (shoutout to my crazy minded people out there.) You feel insane to sane choices; and sane to insane choices. inflicting yourself with the crowded crowd just to believe in yourself, believe in me, you lost yourself before entering the crowd.
"Baby what's the hold up?" It's all in my head.
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Thursday
PoetryThe depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understan...
