i'm always trying to be whats expected of me, no matter where i am or what i do. it might be paranoia i s'pose we'll see. the only thing that feels wrong right now is me. assessing my standards and rearranging my dress, i'm always feeling awkward, so sometimes i hold my breath. i act bigger than i am, even though i'm really quite small, use to be hidden by the crowd, so standing out is my rule. sympathy is what you make of it, i hate it, yet i have sympathy for myself for feeling like shit. if this is how it goes, then i reckon i'm outta luck. gotta keep telling myself i don't give a fuck. how much respect is earnt from my actions? does what i do inflict a lasting reaction? will i ever feel complete satisfaction? only until i try and have a little fun. i'm a troublemaker, maybe an an enemy to you all. is that cool, or am i just being an arrogant fool? i gotta stop taking risks that might force me to fall, and maybe its time to start breaking my own rules. i'm a menace. so what? who cares? i do. are you a menace? if so this poems for you.
Reason for writing:
fuck reason.
fuck inspiration.
speak for yourself.
be yourself.
peace.
Birth sign: Gemini
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