“Potential Conscious: Twice Failed”
The occasional subconscious of a disinterested peer
Peeping into the windows of a turmoiled soul wanting to be heard
At any given moment, personality plays a insufficient, yet valid trick on the innocent
The mind often wonders when the burdens of hurt, pain and agony are misunderstood
Taking a stroll down memory lane, I fail to understand my life’s lesson’s
Couldn’t see when the clarity of my vision was unforgiving
Am I the misfortunate? Deprived in the essential opinion of my being’s ism’s
Locking myself in a hidden closet which no one can find
Concealed within the emotions anything but that of my own
Is my mind losing it, or am I simply losing touch with the perpetration of what everyone wants me to portray
Or rather the image some would prefer me to portray?
I run through the forest of my emotions sometimes never understanding the meaning of what is essential to what should be heard
Conformity can’t confine me to a coffin of pity, un-explanatory excuses, and what a potential friend/lover, or associate would have me to believe
My eyes were open since conception
Can’t fool the already fooled twice over
One’s failure to tell the truth causes a distrust in my heart’s contempt
How I hunger the bare necessities of my own vengeance, creativity, anger, passion, joy and pain
Life is about pain, so what’s joy if you don’t have pain?
The sanity of a neglected, everyone so busy so it’s failed to be realized
Milking of parallel integrity, left perpendicular till there was nothing left more over
The sanity of a neglected child-like innocence simply because fate believed that no one cared
Leaning on illegitimate judgement coming from captivity of the yet unjust
How do you justify being crucified all in the name of a gone wrong imagery claiming right?
Where does one begin to explain?
The occasional subconscious of a disinterested peer
Peeping into the windows of a turmoiled soul wanting to be heard
At any given moment, personality plays a insufficient, yet valid trick on the innocent
The mind often wonders when the burdens of hurt, pain and agony are misunderstood
Taking a stroll down memory lane, I fail to understand my life’s lesson’s
Couldn’t see when the clarity of my vision was unforgiving
Am I the misfortunate? Deprived in the essential opinion of my being’s ism’s
Locking myself in a hidden closet which no one can find
Concealed within the emotions anything but that of my own
Is my mind losing it, or am I simply losing touch with the perpetration of what everyone wants me to portray
Or rather the image some would prefer me to portray?
I run through the forest of my emotions sometimes never understanding the meaning of what is essential to what should be heard
Conformity can’t confine me to a coffin of pity, un-explanatory excuses, and what a potential friend/lover, or associate would have me to believe
My eyes were open since conception
Can’t fool the already fooled twice over
One’s failure to tell the truth causes a distrust in my heart’s contempt
How I hunger the bare necessities of my own vengeance, creativity, anger, passion, joy and pain
Life is about pain, so what’s joy if you don’t have pain?
The sanity of a neglected, everyone so busy so it’s failed to be realized
Milking of parallel integrity, left perpendicular till there was nothing left more over
The sanity of a neglected child-like innocence simply because fate believed that no one cared
Leaning on illegitimate judgement coming from captivity of the yet unjust
How do you justify being crucified all in the name of a gone wrong imagery claiming right?
Where does one begin to explain?
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