Misconceptions of my reality..

Recollections of my identity...

or what I thought was mine...

How I thought it was fine...

to just shout and whine

and point my fingers

and drop the focus

out of my palms.

How was it okay to have alms and act calm?

-when honestly

deep down inside

I felt the tide

turn and toss

try to become my boss.

But the cost was too expensive.

and My soul was looking too pensive...

my actions

inactively vindictive...

and me predicting that all of this will have an outcome

of pure positivity.

and I drown myself in oils and preach livity.

But I'm livid see

I am baffled times three

at how you could not care about me and I put you before the TT.