Created in one look…

What look do you have me pegged to? Or, which belief of me do you believe I am so I can fail now? Felt, I’m not on the menu to be the flavor I come with. Tongues loosen to the nibble that bites its way into rebellions frowned upon. Reasons will come to help you break away from my shadow you tried to convert into a silhouette. Don’t blame me. I’m just moving to the feel of life. I can only be a moment to what appears to be endless dreams. Truth is, I don’t get along with the crazy you’ve come to pretend you are. It’s false, it’s a gimmick, you’re just afraid to be you. So delusional you’re unacceptable to the norm that lingers within me bcuz I’m not a simp. How long before you realize I won’t tolerate the silliness you have concocted in the overthought process in between your ears? I’m no one and that’s what I’ll be when the end rotates its way back into reality. Without fear. For I’m not a puppet with your hand up my azz. How much bs is there prior to you accepting all I can be is me? I’m asking now before you break your heart and point fingers in my direction. We both know the world caters to women and my character is what’ll take the blow when you leave. Orchestrated to save yourself from whisper’s rumors exposing you. Who am I before I could’ve ever shown you who it is that you’ve come across. Trust and believe I won’t mind ignoring the unforgivable attempt to force me to adapt to who you’ve alerted me to exist as. It’s not my loss. Nor my issue to consider. Heartless I’m not bcuz it’s the one thing my mind protects. I live in comfort. Loosened to the soothe of riding the flow in my chest. I’m ok on my own for my thoughts are at peace. Gracefully in tune with the key player that leads the way. Favor me this, walk out now. Watch the expression upon my face not change. I’m conditioned to get it without luv even though I know it’s the piece I refuse to give in to. Reasons I have. Stories I just don’t wanna tell. Everyone has their own spin on what they want as they cast their emotional spells. So do tell of the stranger you’re to drive mad. The other version of myself I do not know. Maybe I’ll rebuttal and verbalize you’re not who you said you were. It wouldn’t be the first time the switcheroony smokes at me. Just lay the memory of me in the dirt…