You don't have to be someone else than who you are,
There're so many people out there trying to fit in
Good and the bad, all different corners of your heart
You won't ever be satisfied if you're not comfartable in your own skin

__________


My gears run in the opposite direction, they say I'm just a sucker for the right connections,
stare at me long enough and it's gonna' be a fatal attraction, confessions, spilling out faster than i can mention that i am a *******' slave to the latest inventions,
no harm in livin' your life like it's gonna' end in a second, pay heed to the temptations spreading out like an infection,
eats you inside and out, there was never gonna' be a question if i pay them sinners for my own destruction,
and all is lost and buried after the eruption,
corrupting my soul as i **** another door to make amendments, but my intentions are rockin' a ******* *******
separating the core and mixing it with what you're told and givin' a new complexion
and you're not 'gonna stop till you can be the source of their affection, no reflection of who you are,you're just a projection of all the things they perceive as imperfection,
and you'll make it an obsession and won't even object when they seal the deal with your objection,
It's never gonna' be enough,you'll never be able to get their attention, get recognition the way you are, they're always 'gonna be one step away from redemption,
and you're always gonna' be a step too close to taste their aggression, and you'll never be the master of your own actions, unless you can find a source to your own expressions,
tension in the atmosphere, every moment will feel like a nightmare until you can find the right connections,
and be done with the visual perceptions, failing to realise, lies they feed you and take you to the point of intersection of their deception,
and don't be too sad if you face rejection, 'cause the society is 'gonna keep putting pressure and give you all the instructions to function
and there's gonna' be no satisfaction unless you break out, shout out loud, tell them all about how beautiful it is to dysfunction

Life
a
lightning flash
in
the vivid
truth
of
darkness.

what makes you happy,
what makes you sad,
what makes you mad,

your pet peeves,
your secret addictions,
your favourite read,
your dreams,

your thoughts,

Are you a hopeless romantic?
Or could you care less?

Your little habits,
Your inner fears,

Why you have that pain in your eyes?
how did it get there?
Why do you let it consume you?
fear the joy others could bring?

I wanted to know every thing I possibly could about you because no one else did,  

no one else tried,

and some one should have,

I should have.

But I was too much of a coward & you were too broken,

Because one day you were there with your numb brown eyes
&
then the next you were gone.

I wanted to know every thing I could,

about *you