coming outta character not knowing how to respond isn't what one intends...
it's like meaning the best yet allowing self to be compromised be impulses provoked in self defense...
thinking after the fact of how foolish we look at our lowest moments acting like a lil kid...
seen as a monster bcuz expectations failed to comply on what depends on a friend loosening the pits...
creating a rather ugly version as self control slips into the need of an other pulling us to their level...
having a negative response to the pain conflicted upon the sensitivities dug up without a shovel...
feeling fingers as they bury themselves beneath the surface reaching to pluck out the nerve n expose betrayals use...
finding hate transform from luv due to someone else needs the permission to walk away the victim calling a truce...
having the blame in hane watching how their action counters a reaction as they laugh like a child...
believing they are the one worth the fight jus wanting to make us appear to be the damper of smiles,,,
it hurt to even think adults cannot get close n change minds reasonably so the turn is mature...
yet the feel of crushing the heart seems to make them enjoy life a lil more than wha they choose to endure...
instigators in their own mindset where no one ever looks at them to do wrong...
relations get fucked up at the end when they arouse what every one of us are capable of simply shoved along...
to the side as a stepping stone made to reflect them so the can go unscathed in eyes of disbelief...
n after it's all said n done it takes time for others to see the truth as if it's some sort of relief...
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