By Arcassin Burnham

When reality *****,
Wiping birds from your face,
Wiping sweat from your face,
Wiping tears from your face,
Hand cramps all over from the work you do,
You could choose to leave , man it's up to you,
Pacing back and forth between these vices,
Many different realms and realities,
So much of what the universe could take,
Will this love last to just up see your little heart break?
Can't stand to see you crying , but can I really relate?
Is our friendship really a mistake?
We go through depression , anxiety,
More depression and anxiety,
Two secret we can't hide from this wicked society,
**** boys are ignorant , different varieties,
And family ain't **** nowadays but that's life,
Burn it up , smoke it up then be contained with red eyes.