is and will be open to criticism
It only comes with being an artist
Someone passionate for the things they create
Getting off to feelings and experiences
Wanting your audience to see the feeling
Feel the visual, breathe the sounds in
Documenting the human experience thru your neuron patterns
Lucky if we find someone that shares the same colored mind
I’m not entertaining you today, you say?
Maybe I’m starting to grow tired of everything that isn’t me or mine
Maybe I’m tired of writing love poems that I should’ve never wrote
Maybe this internet love story that never existed is getting too long
Maybe due to my self sabotage
Maybe due to your Gen Z attention span
Regardless I love my babies
Sorry I’m too busy, suffering in ways that you only hear in your songs or movies
Ghost writing for everyone
Where’s my cut, the wolves always hungry
They’ll eat me eventually if they don’t get any
I’m not here to glorify pain, anxiety, depression or any other mental illness that you may think I have
You’re only reading the covers
This is my truth, not scared or ashamed of showing it
A book waiting to be opened by whoever would like to know or just to have a good laugh
Ongoing til I depart to see my Father
Til then I am riding my highs and lows, with Him only
I will not fall back to any witch
Not needing or wanting any of you
Missing my bros, if anything
I only exist in these words/works
Nobody can see me and if you do, erase it
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