it only seems legit,
if you knew the half of it--
there were lies, deceit, and foreshadowed moments...
a familiar face, similar sounding name,
the light bulb is blown.
i have no idea what the hell is here,
but it is sure as hell...
a small small, world.

ive made sure to burn the **** ties,
cut and change the game,
the ******* thing that makes me different
makes you all seem the same.

i am an individual,
an entity,
a one-ness, of my own awesomeness...
but i know when fun is fun.
and then the work must be done.

Focus.
its seemingly funny and a what the **** in the same motion
the notion that Something is Off
and bulb is known to be blown, blackening the room,
the glass shatters and the fumes turn--
the shadows into the nightmares of the past...
a small world indeed!

run away, scared of me?
i grew up, moved on and some how closer
while we all look the opposing way
the walls keeping us apart will always be there.
those walls keep you far away,
the times that bother, disgust, an plainly outage...
you keep playing them against me and making--
me the stranger?

danger danger, will he ever understand?
this boy that everyone thinks of never sees reality.
he lives in fog, in an illusion.
if he thinks its awesome...
just wait for his conclusion.
the story he tells is only lies.
i have have recorded, documented and realized...
a small, small, world,
where it seems that me-- is the one whom knows the horrors of OCD.