Mostly a social commentary,but with a strong sense of self

for F*** sakes, you make the rule, break it and won't obey it. i get it
but how can i win

you bitch about the effect and forget that you're the cause
how can i win

belittled again
their not your friends
that groundwork was just pretend

how do you justify the statues you had made of solid gold
once again your story's told

my muse
my source of duality

make life a mystery
i'll be the first to say it's me
not as my duty as a member of the gentry
just because it feels good to be better than you.

keep a smile
all the while
i clean my face of your random pile
one thing you're yet to prove,
human attitude,
desensitized
over dramatized

i f*****g hate it when you flat out lie
you won't let yourself see

too stuck to see

your words echo as in a carpet, like reverb;

yelling into berber
is as deep as your words can get
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but i still listened, shut up and kept my place
when i have my own time and speech
you already know, can't really show
hear me out

that was my one and only courtisy i extend to you
one chance i let myself ask a queston of you
rhetorical, but question nonethelesss.
i'm gone whether it's answered or not

i'm gone

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Turn your demons into art, your shadow into a friend, your fear into fuel, your failures into teachers, your weaknesses into reasons to keep fighting. Don’t waste your pain. Recycle your heart.
— Andréa Balt