Don’t you just feel like something is missing
Like a breath of fresh air that leads to reminiscing
About that time where you were kissing
The one wondering if there was something missing
From him from her from you, not sure, and it leads to some hissing
From rattle shakes to rattle snakes
playing games to laying blame
The venom quakes through
it mistakes you for them
You can’t take truth, but it breaks you and your heart too, you pretend
“No, there’s nothing missing” shifting from the kiss thing
to not even being your own friend
Reality reflects that fact back at-you like a sneeze
but a metafive couldn’t even bless you, please
So you just go on with the metaphors
missing a piece to the puzzle
As you tussle with the metamorphoseasons
Your metamorphoseizing with  abundance of reasons to struggle
life is like a stagnant puddle
life is like a box of chocolate truffles
without a picture key to tell me what’s inside
as I workout my faith like a muscle
Playing with similes
hoping that if I poke an eye out it would at-least make you smile, or simle
Atleast if I leave the left "I" out of simile, it makes a smile
but it simultaneously left "I" out from We
So humanity would be without me really being me
so smile! Please!
Wow, so that means I am insisting that dismissing my being
would’ve been freeing if only my simileing would bring smiling
but with my being goes my meaning
thinking that pretending would be freeing
when its only impeding
leading you to realize that nothing was ever missing
from anything at all
But its up to you to make the call
Noone can convince you of the truth, but you
Noone can do what excites you like you
No two can be you, you know its true
Use the earth as your womb to begin anew
Because the world needs more of you being you
its okay to be you
Thank you for being you