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Analyze This
This tunnel of psychological
delusion, I created for myself I’m told;
and perhaps I have?
Appearing broken to certain others,,,
Get treatment here, go there, do this,
no do that,,,
Never living up to their standards and
ideals,,,
Who I am, is never good enough for this
‘cliquey’ breed,,,
Yet I’m delighted and comfortable with
who I am…
Are there others like me someplace,
Ones that comprehend and don’t crave to
transform the real me within,,,
Ones that aren’t out to analyze my every
deed or resolution,
I have yet to find any, thought I came close;
once,
Perhaps they don’t exist, and forever I
shall dwell in this psychological tunnel
of delusion, I’ve been told I created for myself…
Who’s to say if they’re right and I’m wrong???
Or vise versa, this isn’t some ridiculous
broad spectrum love song,
This is my existence and viewpoint I’m
talking about,,,
This ’cliquey’ breed exhibits so much hate,
spiked with a great deal of doubt…
I say it's their perception, or possible disdain,
I say they wish they could love themselves
like I do, without refrain,
Simple, yet refined, not to achieve some
label just to be defined,,,
Look at yourself with a perception of sincerity,
love and less conviction,
Don’t get ensnared demanding yourself to be
right and proper for some cult, I meant clique,
or did I?
They’re reasonably one in the same, correct?
Your reflection in the mirror should be your
best friend,,,
For it initiates one to come to terms with
who they truly are; within…
delusion, I created for myself I’m told;
and perhaps I have?
Appearing broken to certain others,,,
Get treatment here, go there, do this,
no do that,,,
Never living up to their standards and
ideals,,,
Who I am, is never good enough for this
‘cliquey’ breed,,,
Yet I’m delighted and comfortable with
who I am…
Are there others like me someplace,
Ones that comprehend and don’t crave to
transform the real me within,,,
Ones that aren’t out to analyze my every
deed or resolution,
I have yet to find any, thought I came close;
once,
Perhaps they don’t exist, and forever I
shall dwell in this psychological tunnel
of delusion, I’ve been told I created for myself…
Who’s to say if they’re right and I’m wrong???
Or vise versa, this isn’t some ridiculous
broad spectrum love song,
This is my existence and viewpoint I’m
talking about,,,
This ’cliquey’ breed exhibits so much hate,
spiked with a great deal of doubt…
I say it's their perception, or possible disdain,
I say they wish they could love themselves
like I do, without refrain,
Simple, yet refined, not to achieve some
label just to be defined,,,
Look at yourself with a perception of sincerity,
love and less conviction,
Don’t get ensnared demanding yourself to be
right and proper for some cult, I meant clique,
or did I?
They’re reasonably one in the same, correct?
Your reflection in the mirror should be your
best friend,,,
For it initiates one to come to terms with
who they truly are; within…
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