I'm skeptical of everything
The beauty and curse of seeing
The outside
And the inside out
Of every words, action spoken
As my mind conjures up and argues
Against all the bits and pieces
Of the muscle we expose
And stretch.

Everyone caught up in the entity of an invisibly enemy
An enemy we cannot physically see
Its hanging off of the fancy 14 dollar magazines
Mama bought us
And never said
Look and be just like this daughter
Papa never outrightly said
Be successful and quick witted
Just like this daughter
For everyone
Including the mouthes of the snakes
Who polished you up
Will tell you
You can't you can't
You can't you can't.

Sit high up in the sky,
8th floor pedestal
I know can't maintain my perch from up above
But with colorful paint
It was all cut off
Like the drifting ambience
Of the past whirlwind
I lost and fought
Through my own storm
And so few people
I think I could count on my fingertips
Ask me how I am

And a quiet voice within me
Knows it because they're
Truly and honestly
Jealous.

But fangs I carry
Not.
And thats why they dive
Into my water.