The jury made me so strong that nothing affects me but the backlash
I was too lost in myself that I lost my command and guide
The corrupted power did burn me but also didn't leave any ash
I got up from the dead and reinvented myself in the spotlightThey're chanting my name
As I snort the fame
Hearing them Mispronounce my name
But I sell out like your favourite mixtape
I was so starstruck by my own reflection
That I forgot who I actually was
My jewels, guns and swords
And I lost them all too deliberate MisdirectionThe fun part is the limelight but the people you meet
You fall in love but you're told not to fall deep
They told me that I was a shooting star they wished upon
To me, I was just a superficial, plastic drone
Would it make sense if I say the snide remarks took everything
Dreaming too much that a peasant's life hurts after living that of a kingThey're chanting my name
With the big A-listers
As I snort the fame
Hearing them Mispronounce my name
But I sell out like your favourite mixtape
I was so starstruck by my own reflection
That I forgot who I was
My friends, family and favourite bonds
I lost them all to deliberate MisdirectionNow strange lips taste my neck
Just so I get a bigger break
The mirror and shadow
Won't matter when I'm on the show
Cause I'm looped in the loops of the loopholes
They're chanting my name
As I snort the fame
I'll be critically acclaimed
And they'll chant my name
But I'll be carrying the load
Of this decade-old pain
The favourite sort of taste
On my pallet
I'll be starstruck by my own reflection
And forgot who I actually was
My rights, my neutrals, my wrongs
I lost them all to deliberate Misdirectionwritten by vikshar varma (on 8th december 2022)
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Cutting my wounds open
PoesieTW a desperate moment and a sharp object. a story behind 9 wounds while i cut open each one in a detailed and cryptic way. Cutting my wounds open. (prequel to my marketable mind)