I see threads,
patterns, you paint your path with
the scenery, fractals, consistent of consistency
consistancy consistent of constant consistents.
con, con, con..con
So I see lies in patterns emerged, I see spikes on paths,
traps embodied with wrath
Stray, blonde turned brown, paint yourself
outside the goldilocks zone for now
Out of sight, never out of mind
Cursed with memories, painted underneath my eyes
a blight on my existance, a blight on everything
A paradox, yet you keep persisting
You are what made me, me, now I am contradicting
Proud of who I am, who I became
ashamed of who I was, yet a necessary part in play
I you made your bane
I, victimized of your fears and hate
will smile each day
as I will slowly make you sure you break.