A face of one good expression,
tastes of deception; covers depression
A life of tags; no mentions
not mention a passive aggressive

Beat up, won't give up
the Sun's feet up, after kicking my ****
Double t; tedious tip toeing
But my mistake it was three
like the three seconds I forget to breathe

...exhale heavily
one hell of a life, hoping he dies heavenly
This task of living feels a little heavy; not nearly
as being blinded by time trying to see clearly

'Oh but that was just me in third person
third verse, standing on that stanza
But yes I can sir, by the fourth try;
nurturing, sensitive, compassionate, I'm a cancer

              ...oh wow, this felt a bit random