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disgarded jewel

Truth or false?

nobody knows, but these words has only known how to repulse

people, well attract some as well

and those who are attracted are the ones who have truly felt

the feelings behind these words

they do know that despite the curse

along with the false

hopes i grant, these alpha seeks to destroy the false walls

they seek to build despite building a false wall around myself

despite diving deep into the well

of realism the writer is somehow unable to call directly for help

but just writes these words which are hard felt

'the world is trash and trash I am

if am to be included in this world, won't build no dam

my world is already as cramped

as cramped can be, and if needed i will be, a sacrificial lamb

which i am just not willing to be

and yes, my words are the very essence of hypocrisy

But what do you even expect? some well being?

no you won't find that here, you can see through the all seeing 

eye of the "god" or the "devil" you see

they both are in me 

in this false prophecy

that I am making

"it will be all well"

well that's what I keep telling myself cause it was what I felt

back when I first knelt

to bow down to the all seeing hell

yet there still is some hope but for that i have to be

the demon that i never want to be

the one thing that is borderline insanity

and the one thing that doesn't need to be unleashed

well this is what goes on through the mind

of any person who is not logically blind

but somehow this piece of comfort

finds that person and makes it, one of their kind

I just hope that I won't be like them

a pack of sheep, to be presented in a frame

yes I am borderline insane, and yes I am lame

But what proof do you have? you can't just frame

me and say that I am clinically insane

"don't listen to this madman" they will say

but at the end of the day

I realize it too, as I lay in bed

I am sane but still insane

out of the norm

oddly out of form

a perfect storm

a beautiful jewel but hastily thrown....'


-Yakaa: Jujaan

 



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