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Blood Sugar
Am I lost for negligence
In the devastation of these little things
Making molehills of another’s mountain
When I’m the witch on the other side of the hunt
Character assassination attempts on the premise of an oversight
Perceive me through the lens, the misguidance of emotion
How do I measure on a scale of honor to worthlessness
Tell me what I don’t know
When all that’s right is lost for the ways I get it wrong
I’ve no leg to stand on when I’m just as soon the critic
Nevertheless it’s the benefit of the doubt that makes the difference between the optimist and cynic
I’m far from half empty but all you see is what I lack
I spill a cup of water but you label me a drought
Avoiding inconveniences when I’m so inconsiderate I don’t care
When first world messes are too heavy for anyone to have to bare
With sugar comes the ants as we share appetites with pests
Glutton guts of diabetic indulgences, baiting what infests
Inadequate efforts of sandcastles like forks for soup
When it all slips through our hands like prongs
Earning love, the illusion of unconditional, I’m outside of the loop
Taking snapshots of the world in the poetry of these silent songs
Internalize and vent
On the pages of every word, heart rent
I am the wretched and you’ve always got a case to make
When hard hearts are stones cast from gristle hands
Sharpen your teeth into knives and grind me against the edge of your demands
It’s you’re right, it’s what you own, and I’m just subject to what I borrow
Counting down these numbered days on the deferred hopes, the empire of tomorrow
Handicaps of compromise
Maybe you’re right about me
Laziness, procrastination, inconsiderate, justifying compromise and lethargy
Tired and wasting, self involved, casting off restraints when the vision is an obstructed point of view
Can I see the sun on the horizon past the eclipse of the interferences made of me and you
Defects of minds and blood lines broken
What’s true when everyone tells there own version of the lie
Mental disorders and insulin deficiency spoken
Default settings calibrated to failure, there’s no pleasing you, but I still try…
In the devastation of these little things
Making molehills of another’s mountain
When I’m the witch on the other side of the hunt
Character assassination attempts on the premise of an oversight
Perceive me through the lens, the misguidance of emotion
How do I measure on a scale of honor to worthlessness
Tell me what I don’t know
When all that’s right is lost for the ways I get it wrong
I’ve no leg to stand on when I’m just as soon the critic
Nevertheless it’s the benefit of the doubt that makes the difference between the optimist and cynic
I’m far from half empty but all you see is what I lack
I spill a cup of water but you label me a drought
Avoiding inconveniences when I’m so inconsiderate I don’t care
When first world messes are too heavy for anyone to have to bare
With sugar comes the ants as we share appetites with pests
Glutton guts of diabetic indulgences, baiting what infests
Inadequate efforts of sandcastles like forks for soup
When it all slips through our hands like prongs
Earning love, the illusion of unconditional, I’m outside of the loop
Taking snapshots of the world in the poetry of these silent songs
Internalize and vent
On the pages of every word, heart rent
I am the wretched and you’ve always got a case to make
When hard hearts are stones cast from gristle hands
Sharpen your teeth into knives and grind me against the edge of your demands
It’s you’re right, it’s what you own, and I’m just subject to what I borrow
Counting down these numbered days on the deferred hopes, the empire of tomorrow
Handicaps of compromise
Maybe you’re right about me
Laziness, procrastination, inconsiderate, justifying compromise and lethargy
Tired and wasting, self involved, casting off restraints when the vision is an obstructed point of view
Can I see the sun on the horizon past the eclipse of the interferences made of me and you
Defects of minds and blood lines broken
What’s true when everyone tells there own version of the lie
Mental disorders and insulin deficiency spoken
Default settings calibrated to failure, there’s no pleasing you, but I still try…
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