thinking yourself to be of higher stature,
blatantly obvious in these times of torture.
your writings are weakened by low self esteem
driving down diehards with no absolute need.
wrong in your ways,
a blind face to your phase,
fourteen years old,
inside older days.
grow up, face the way that you should have been brought up. cease the day that your mind led astray, your life leads your mind down a wind that should end this wind takes your time and your mind to defend you from something that never harmed you to begin.
analyze and realize your casual grin,
is something much more than a smile.
your insides and hind sights are vile.
lost respect, disregard for the souls beneath you.
crawling and clawing your way up from your place.
you will never amount to the source you intake.
you feed your own fire, burn your own tongue,
greedy and hungry with your war that's begun.
you deserve what you've gotten for yourself in the end
the only soldier in your mind you defend, is yourself.
say goodbye to fair game. you are the furthest in line to be tamed.
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