In my everyday fantasy, I passively ignore disappointment and am inspired to creatively help others. In reality, I’m too self-conscious to look them in the eyes.
in a new development of breaking news
maybe i’ll embellish how i look and brag about how many levels i inhabited on top of you
normally i’m kneeling in a pew
praying for belief and only getting Q’s
spirit euthanized i got the dotted soot
in my own dimension where a compliment is handed to me misinterpreted to be a knotted noose
negative’s a filter too infused
i go after shadows like a chase a goose
looking at a map i’m pretty positive i’m in the epicenter of my youth
where is the naivety or arrogance to channel and abuse
all i do is put on a performance in the corners of my living room
when i’m shelling out my debit it’s because i’m manic dealing with Bipolar II
am i good at music or delusional and schizophrenic too
psychotic and fake or do i really want the lyrics to relate to you
– D K T
