Feel

Feel

He does not party
He does not chill
He does not love
He fights to kill
There are no emotions
No mid way projections
The only emotions are of subtle proportions

He does not feel
He keeps it real
His lips are sealed
You know the deal
This whole ordeal
Is so surreal
Hard to conceal
This pain eats at my heart like erosion
I am trying to avoid an explosion

He sits alone
He fights his soul
His conscience knows
He is not alone
But pride is tough
it makes you rough
Its not enough
For all its worth
That ego kills
Holding it in may lead to an implosion
The vile of the carcass within may lead to a protrusion

In the end, what do we see?
A phantom life of made up needs
To make one feel the way he feels
Within your mix or type or team
Your social status or social scale
Your family home , your town upscale
Impressions last
Signature's stamp
Your mark, your sign on how you feel
Depends on how you make people feel
How do you feel?©

Morinola Atinsola Moronto™