I got a job
Are words that I seemingly won’t get out of me, network it with me as this cold society’s learning curve brought it out of me
Be proud of me
Are words I can’t demand as I’m lacking esteem to amend the “me”, as I’m not the “me” that I want to be
I love you
Tragic words that never get spoken because I broke it off of me, only possibly because I thought to free impossiblity
He’s a Frenemy
Grin at the those that remind me of me of what not to be when I look in someone who just took from me. Can you take from me? Apparently.
I got my diploma
The piling clot of fraud education blot taught to me what scheming sought not to be because look what it brought it me
Do a lobotomy of my psyche’s autonomy. Look what it caught in me. Cycles that fight in me:
And if I can’t send it out of me
Then I can greet it out of me
And if I can’t shake it out of me
Then I’ll smile it out of me
And if I can’t deal it out of me
Then I’ll deliver it out of me
And if I can’t deploy it out of me
Then I’ll pile it out of me
And if I can’t sketch it out of me
Then I’ll edit it out of me
And if I can’t read it out of me
Then I’ll play it out of me
And if I can’t drive it out of me
Then I’ll jam it out of me
And if I can’t blast it out of me
Then I’ll scream it out of me
And if I can’t spew it out of me
Then I’ll clench it out of me
And if I can’t sleep it out of me
Then I’ll run it out of me
And if I can’t lift it out of me
Then I’ll write it out of me
And if I can’t elaborate it out of me
Then I’ll apply it out of me
And if I can’t express it out of me
Then I’ll cry. Simple.
Which I have… In forgiveness they say “It’s water under the bridge” but lately I’ve envied the water even though it represents sin. I see it as a direction and that path seems to be forward; what’s that like?
Patience, get this out of me.