Maybe the things people be saying about me are true
And maybe I just don't care
Maybe my perception of me, is the only one that really is there
When I sit in this reality
And I claim it to not exist
Others look at me in disbelief
And be saying I'm making up shit
When I believe in loyalty
And talking things out
People look at me like I'm delusional
And then they start to shout
My truth doesn't seem to match with anyone else's shit
No wonder why I fill so alone in a world that doesn't exist
Exist in my heart
Nor exist in my soul
People never stay for the long run
They just seem to take and go
So tell me what's the point
When everything seems to feel like a drought
What the fuck am I searching for, that so long I've been without
I can't make this shit up
I don't understand their perception
I don't know if it's their truth that annoys me most
Or their own deception
I don't like this feeling
I don't like not being in control
I don't like fucking with these voices
All this shit been old
What is your point when you yell?
Cause all I hear is fear
I'm not listening to that bullshit
Never wanted verbal abuse near
Talk to me with reason
Make me understand
Speak to me with volume
Respect is what I demand
I never understood people
That treat others so bad
I never wanted any of this
I never even asked
But do I speak with such anger
No I continue to live
Tell me how can you move forward
If you never forgive.
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