searching.

i've got an arsenal of artistry

i keep loading up

different outlets are my weapons

and they're filled with my confessions

filled with my oppression

a personal battle

feels too heavy to handle

an incredibly narrow candle

i'm fragile

i've been getting nowhere

just staring into somewhere

hoping i can find her

the girl i loved so much

her name sounds just like mine

and she looks just like me

but when i look in the mirror

that's not the girl i see

but it's the woman i want to be

it's the idea i believe

immovable

a gemstone and a rarity

a luxury and a privilege

becoming her would solve my heartache

searching for her is a headache

but i still meditate

i still innovate

renovate every fucking space

in my mind, body, and soul

because my heart is my first home

and i'll get to her i suppose

in due time, she'll be exposed

and i'll thank her and be proud

because someone like her deserves applause

in much more than a single round.