Why am I being
What is the meaning
Im feening to know the reason im breathing
Since the meeting of moms seed and dads semen
Forget it
Since before it even shot out his penis
I was destined
To spend existance in the deepest of trenches
Regrettin my second guessin of progressive life lessons
Im aggressive
Possessive of my obsessions
Obsessive of my oppression
Needing intercession
Past my opalescence is repressive depression and reprehension
Aprehensive toward attention because it breeds contention
Ive manifested
My invisible citadel
Not visible is the hell that acts as vigil in the cell that is myself
My wellness on a shelf
My solace up there as well
And just out of reach
My speach
A soliloquy
Because no one talks to me but me
So again im asking
Why am I being
Through all the grieving and perceiving of seeing not being believing
Im deceiving my decency
And recently
Indulging in hypocrisy and animosity reciprocity
Yet im still being
Im here because I want to be
Not because ive got to be
Im still existing
Despite my conradery with languid listening
To those who respond to me
Seems like im missing
Something or nothing
One thing or the other
Discovered I love her
That girl I uncovered
Buried under all that dirt and plunder
I didnt fonder
I found her
No wonder I wandered around her
Bound her from seeing
She's why I am being

 
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