Just a night of realizing a few things that had previously escaped my mind. Some things can make you question the purpose of certain people in your life…
As I sit and think of these nuns and twittle these thumbs, These Preists…
why is the world not just black and white, or even pink?
I trouble myself, I have no one else but me…
Is this truly tragic or some sordid magic that stinks
I wonder why do my friends consist of so much of my thoughts throughout the day
my demeanor is bold as I treat them so cold and demand that they stay away
My ego is strong, my pride is a beast but yet,
I say what I feel, then wonder if its real…I guess?
Manipulation and lies are used as forms of weaponary against me
Im supposed to believe what they want me to believe
as if I cannot see
My opinions are stated and never hesitated
now Im viewed as being mean
Oh how funny is the games we play
when others hit the scene
when I feel so betrayed as if I’ve been played I lash out
Don’t want to defend myself in the face of no one else, what’s that’s about?
I am who I am, and I truly love me; don’t you?
Should I dare to state the obvious and to myself be true…
If not, I am willed with armor and shield,
that’s all I know,
so what’s your next move
you’ve got a point to prove, are you friend or foe?
People swear they love you and they never judge
but I beg to differ
You have eyes and so do I
I refuse to quiver!