I admit it I wallow,
cause its harder to stand straight,
tried to run from the problems
but it's causing me back pain.
Depression sits on my shoulder
exposing a sad face.
I tried, writing it out
but anxiety can't wait.
My two lips create the blueprints
The music is handmade.
Intending a happy ending -
Then losing the last page.
and maybe  the vision too,
like I'm using some black paint..
****,
My critics are so reclusive
they moved in my **** brain  🧠

Intuition is rooted within the heart &
I took it for granted.
Handed them tools to take it a part,
And made use of the damage.
Getting too attached
To the ******* they keep on handing me
Ask them to stick around but the glue stick
I had keeps vanishing.
Planet I'm standing in
don't give two ***** about my sanity,
Used to getting abandoned cause
you just misunderstanding me.

Opportunities knocking..
I'm knocking objects over
People awkwardly watching me
Get up off the floor
The clock is ticking,
I missed a shift-
like a broken keyboard,
I got a problem &
Consequence is the only teacher.

People pleasing is over, I'm not listening.
Started to find myself -
Saw the envy from long distances.
I've got differences.
So,
Put me into a box
Where
There's no freedom of thought.
Still they'd call me a waste of space,
Cause I'm probably not fitting in.