i’ve traversed the world’s ‘surface’ as just another average teen,
who hasn’t seen the hands of fate sew damaged seams
…patched together to bandage me. My trivial quilt of tragedy…
has left me safe, but…I feel like I just have to see the agonies of humanity
introduce my mind to insanity and conduct a soliloquy amongst vanity
sometimes I think I’d rather be a troubled kid so I can experience hardship
and step over obstacles armed with new knowledge to harness…
look ahead and only see darkness...overcome the odds, seal it with a promise
..to never let the ‘other end’ interfere with my conscience…
i only hope my feelings are honest, cus dealin’ with deceit is the last thing I need..
i swear I’d sink to my knees in sync with my pleas, but I just don’t think u’d believe…
cus my life’s a high stakes round of poker, without any players,
a sugar coated topping without any layers,
lacking the flavors to leave me with a delicious remembrance…
tho I savor the moments that can accompany me when im livin’ with temperance,
stroking the hips of tenderness smoothly…it soothes me to experience beauty..
but truly, I can’t pretend that I know my way around this awful trend,
of following the footsteps of others…even AFTER the pathways end
I’ll just depend on the fact that tomorrow always lends a helping hand,
while the tides creep up the shore to wash away the sand…