You know what I'm bad at? Filling in the gaps of people. I rush to get to their nucleus and assume the best. I always imagine people to be who I would prefer them to be and end up disappointed in the end. I need to slow my process of getting to know people and let them be their flawed raw selves. But my versions always better.

Memories dance on the back of my eyelids like projector scenes
I never get to see you but at least you're in my dreams

They scream of my tragedies
Conceal my strategies  
They captivate and seem to say
Look for too long you'll be swept away

Sometimes it's hard to be yourself
When people place you on a pretty shelf  
Only to look at, never to probe
Forced to fit in their perfect mold

I ripped my blindfold, I can see
Life's not what it's cracked up to be
But these were the cards dealt to me
To convey it even remotely
I write this little elegy
To let my mind and spirit free

Showing your true colors only when you're bout to lose
Never knowing when to fold or when to pay your dues
Cannot hide your face you must really **** at poker
I know I'm not your queen cuz you are just the joker

One day I will tell my brown eyed little girl
"The world is your oyster and you are it's pearl"