love instead

Spread thin, bare, laid out having to hide behind the boss. There's a strong possibility that what is meant for me is a fallacy. I try to see all sides, but see, it's so hard, you see? The pain I feel makes me want to kill the part of me that wants to deal with the real. I can't, kill me and what awaits? Life is inside of me, I am life. The pain and strife is nothing compared to the impale of a knife. Scary men, take your pen. Pencil your mind, refine what makes your ego shine. When it comes to mine, I'll be fine. Well, we'll see, I suppose. I write without prose in order to compose my most compulsive thoughts. I thought I was done, here I am. To the man who's done, cheers to him. But I question the finality because of the banality in opposition to the galaxy. You're done learning? Done growing, done feeling? Bullshit. A fine fit for the fearful man. The avoidant man, the selfish man. Grow up, man, hold another's hand. Love instead. Listen to your head.