What purpose does balance serve when others impact your life?
Just as things seem ideal, others insert strife.
They speak in terms of wrong and right yet act entitled that they choose to be in your life.
I ask for no favors and only give from the heart.
Shouldn’t that be where balance start?
I set no expectations and encourage with words of support.
Why is it myself I contort?
Not to fit in their box per se rather make room in a fragile heart. No one takes into consideration, that part.
It is suggested to come from a place of love and so I try and try again.
I accept the most bizarre of characteristics,
only to be blamed for the delusional thoughts others amass.
There I stand, made to look an ass.
there’s nothing left of me to expose.
Egoic intentions fuel your resentments,
I never mention.
You see, I am what you are to me.
Perceive that how you see.
Waste time on you?
I think not.
There is no competition when it comes to dissonance. Go-ahead and look that up.
Did you even know how to read?
That’s what my ego would say if it were allowed to speak freely.
There is one thing I must let be known. In this world, I stand alone.
There is only one spot on this throne.
My child, the only I choose.
You can’t push on a bruise and expect attention from a person who thrives on pain.
It’s obvious, from you, I stand nothing to gain.
My public service announcement will continue to grow louder until all of you fuckers silence your chatter
I don’t dare flatter,
because to me,
you never mattered.
**I am ashamed at the first published version of this spewing of rage and so I edited it to free it from this cage