How is it I feel.?. Knowing I'm not made of steal... Is it here my truths meet the void... When I'd luv to occupy my time with someone I enjoy... So who is it behind my eyes.?. Making the choices I do jus trying to figure a way outta my mind... Loosening lips to tell a few things that goin unheard... Where's time settle with the comfort of worth.?. Yet more importantly, am I honest enough to escape.?. To live untamed... Attempting new things until free... What is it that I haven't told anyone about me that only a few had ever heard.?. Even so, what does anyone ever know of pleasures that hurt...
Burying me as I fight for life myself... Who lurks within that cannot resist what makes me tick.?. Finding the curve move to passions twists... Is it I've come to all myself who is it i truly wasn to be.?. Facing my on terms of the individual that is me... What is it about me that would secure the way my will likes what it is witness to.?. N why if I am me do I even talk to myself n jus call a truce.?. Can I not accept the mirrors undisputed act of jus live.?. Flipping diddle after diddle in to sights on every rhyme... Placing pieces of self in motion to create curious interests... Do I need a change or is everything I've become right by me if right now was the end.?.
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