Tap into the raw…

No. Your feelings aren’t what I’m interested in. Evers your mind? Wait! You’re not a man. Damn. Do I havta be accordingly to the facts that I must entertain such a useless point of view? Maybe it’s simply, fuck you? No. I don’t wanna dig into where I’ve always been. Perhaps I’ve evolved from a misplaced type of grin. Is life over yet? No? Oh. I guess this is my best. The overrated bs of performing for another is by golly belittling. Is it me or is the consideration of another just demoralizing? I said that out loud? My my my, words were found. Oh, I think I said the unthinkable creating my own reality forcing me into extinction. I’m blind to my own distinction. Bye bye me. These words will be my own self centered ability to fail at the attempt to just be. But I can’t be anything but me. So, what am I suppressed to be if I’m not true to who I am inside? I’m can’t live a lie…