What does the future hold for me?
Sometimes I believed it will be fine
Writing made me spit the viruses
That burned me half my life, hatred
On everything I found bitter around

Killed my realness as a growing person
Now, enjoyment still hurts inside
Watching birds fly beside me
And never landing on my hands
Should I trap and catch one, to love?
Obvious, I said I never felt cooler

Complaining issues seemed whining
Naked truths will find their way up
Through the fogged lies and covers