I find myself understanding less
the more I know
there are wicked double faces and
backtacked words
right in front of me
the sidewinders don't know
I see.
I am seen through
or am I seen past?
Why am I forbidden to settle
or force-fed better arbitrations?
I can see the flashes of
deep set actuality
in the middle of
good intentions
and
polite appearances.
How can frustration and sorrow
ever be
dressed properly
for me to feel
enough?
I learned blisters follow
his rage
and to keep my trembles
inside
And I can never please
you past frustration.
I fail
in all of my
footsteps.
Birth sign: Gemini
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