Like dysphoria has taken over me, like I'm always going to feel it underneath me.
My laughs are not real
How should you like me to feel;
Not much is to my fancy now.
Make your fucking show over take your fucking bow,
You deal me over like a cat.
Need me when you want me, yet show I'm no significance.
Am I your pet? You're shiniless jet, where you like me to be set.
I really don't need to apologize.
Sick and fired of your lies,
How do you ponder on how I feel.
I desperately abhor that this is real,
Now take your bow
And kill me now.
You're the big cat
And I'm not to your significance
I'll be on set, while you're in you're jet, as I am your pet.
I have these lies, I don't need to apologize.
YOU ARE READING
How Do You Feel?
شِعرYou may or may not fancy my style, but either way I'm not doing this for the glory, what I'm sharing to you is the documentation of my life in a certain time.
