The illusion is confusing
Thought to win but always losing
Preach the fiction but always proving
The other side, it's so amusing
Words sinful, like prostitution
But must be posted to escape the ruse
And the reality made is uncanny
Where parents drink henny and brandi
Where every kind of Apple is candied
Where the women weat shorts and the men wear panties
Where everyone loses someone they love tragically
But fantasy, how I think when putting this in perspective
So I observe the details like I'm a detective
My life is neglected
My family just guesses
My d.i.d went away
And tell me I'm selfish whenever
Brought up
Told to "shut the fuck up"
Told alot.....
I was once told that I was too old
That I looked too young
But i dressed bold
Told that i was unloved
Told that I wasn't needed
I was told I was an accident
When my family's feelings fleeted
Told that I try too hard
Told that I dont go far
Told that I'm not good enough
Told that I can't love
Unless you are me
Dont tell my story
If you do I might get gory
Creating the allegories
All the haters bore me
Narrative episolstory
So I hope you keep up
Since everyone is grown
I hope this since I was told we were slow
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A COLLECTION OF MY FEELINGS
PoésieMy own poetry which I use to express myself. I sometimes feel like I'm not supposed to be on planet Earth and all my life I have to cope with these different choices and scenarios that do more harm than help. It is up to me to push through it, but I...
