trapped within a shell
that is the protection and the silly man suit
that i wear
is nothing but my hair
in my eyes
and in my face
why i
have no reason why
writing is an affliciton
and my reason why failure tastes so sweet
why i
cannot escape the fear of not being real
when i create
so i do
and i dont ever
fail to understand that i
am running
and i understand
the running
and i understand the stride
that the runner falls into
to fight through the pain
and hold onto every need to gain one
more step
one more foothold
on the competition
whoever and whatever that may be
fight through to the other side
flower means to throw it away
and grow for the sake of failure
no matter the manure you find youself in
grow
and find some sunshine
or die
and become the next good reason
not to
The hader that i try to fight
the further i find myself
trapped in a web of self destruction
and zero gravity
the real reasons why a lineage
becomes the altogether too real purpose
for the reason
why