Let’s live a lie because the truth is too hard to arouse.
I must replenish my will to live
weakly weekly in His house.
Deferring my dreams like a raisin in the sun –
The mask is pretty enough to provide me false fun.
Timidness is an act in a performance that I’ve mastered in this cage.
Friendship is merely a hologram in this technological age…
Neglect my existence over and over again until I’m just a nuisance.
I will invade your emotions until they’re anything but elusive.
Only someone whose odd can be number one.
Yet another way to describe misery but I’m almost done.
All my poems seem to be written in a similar way
For happiness is indigenous same shit different day.