Sorry for all the times I was fake deep; relentless bathing in pretentiousness
No vacationing, but on a trip is where my rent done went
My priorities have came and went
Hierarchy of thoughts surpa**ed with whims of debauchery
The things important are out of order
Powdered nose in a bathroom stall gave my head a clouded aura
I'm skipping cla** just to avoid the caste system
Confidence untouchable, I'm on a bar like Clair Huxtable
A clumsy poet, stumbling through words listening to Decatur
I dropped acid and had a conversation with my creator;
Journeyed through my insecurities alongside my accomplishments
My entire life was laid in front of me
Unraveled my consciousness and spoke me back into existence
I am small and vulnerable
I called you and you illustrated your love through photos and kind words
This feels heaven-sent
I stayed on the phone and softly whispered "I love you" as you tossed in your sleep
I'm a fly in the great span of time; I exist on a scale of endless multiplicity, offering only my own mortality
Problems are so trivial: crying over late night spilt cereal
The stars exist sitting across an unfathomable distance
As I marvel with my naked eye in the late night sky
I have trouble formulating consistency
Writing in the margins of a topic unrelated to what I had mentioned previously
The cocoon of depression: the blankets lying on the bed that I rest in
I don't always like to fake positivity
The exhaustions that I've found myself lost in, weaving a façade
I am happier than I was
I express myself softly with strong words
I shout my insecurities until I am proud to carry their weight