By Arcassin Burnham

Mind games is what turns on the bright lights for you
At night then up and at em',
I'd rather you fathom just being yourself,
I got no patients for the ones that like to envy
And claiming all of my trust just thinking when
I reach the stars That their going with me,
Like No!
Who do you think that I am, (like what)
Trying to latch my existence,
I'm aware of who despised me and who didn't,
But this is your fake intuition,
rolling in society's filth as I extinguish being a kid and
A human being,
Not like every human being.