The beauty i am

We live in an age
where fear has compromised our own thoughts and action
. that we cant even share are given freedom to scream because of rituals and how they effect our mentality through culture.
I am my own way
I feel its effected me much by chance.
but not by pretentious bigotry found in the happiness of others

much time has been wasted this
and yet in a search for lost time I've found only my reflection to suit me well wit happiness and risk.

the thoughts of this still provoke me ever since then
and yet and yet some much knowledge discerned by ignorance and the impatient.
so spiteful and imaginary the things we come up with to motivate us.
its all pointless to the point when you recongize your reality is made up by how you choose to let build it for you.
and that builder is always you
As art it becomes a reflection of ones self
what we are. and by that all things are by arts means
is us as an reflection of what we are.
I'm always going to have talent better than yesterday, and every other who trys to challenge me by comparison,
and when they say they wish they never want to be me.
its okay. you never will
I will always exist as better and different version of you
because of my art is better and as my art is a reflection of me an eternal embodiment of a connection. something i'll only know and never share
you know who you are by building your own house of cards.
a sensory still where it all exist, its some where,
judge by our own compliments
there can never be another as talented me, but inspired by the beauty I am.