Wearing a cracking facade
Twisted smile and head nod
Internally questioning how God
Had to make my mind so 'odd'
I've forgotten your question
Smile with an impression
Go against the suppression
Suggest I cared for your expression
To begin with.
Simply remain poised
Shout through the noise
Of a mind that employs
Me to forget and destroys
Any hope I have -use decoys
What was I saying?
My thoughts start delaying
Constantly straying
From the path of obeying
Despite the conversation decaying
Into the abyss of conveying
That I heard you.
Cut to the cue
I don't know what to do
Act through teeth, cause I knew
Laugh without a clue
Because I still have to pursue
Something
These thoughts I confide
For if I applied
Out loud what's inside
Society would slide
Back out into the tide
And those parts of me denied
to the world
So no cracks
Face the facts
Harbor attacks
Into the back
Get on track
No slack
You lack
What
They
Want
From
You
Here
About the Creator
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