Words get misused and abused
Pure meanings lose their breathing
No need to explain yourself
People stay critiquing
Incompetent of comprehension
Still pushed to define me
Failed their analysis
Sunk into paralysis
Fabricated narratives
To spread false negatives
I shock myself sometimes
In How Iābe
Not enticed by a crew
Or worldview
I don’t fall for words
I read through Blurs
Ride deep
Sweet, like ice cream
The guys that draw me
Are a mild view
Stand better alone
Average blind me
Doctor me to hide me
Sometimes I look around and reflect on the odd some
So many are like them
Few like this, but I canāt find them
Is it me, or is it you, whose the wild one
Step out of myself and analyze three
Downright amazing to discern me
Am I a reflection
If so, whoās the bright one?
Surely God!
Heās perfect!
I, the flawed one.
Misunderstood, all good
A fact since childhood!
Even when they know me
They don’t know me
Everyone around looks like one
Not conceited, convincedāā
Power of a handgun
Deadly or confetti;
For the right one
Life is cool,
I get to read pages
Heavy chapters
All of me throughout my ages
