The Struggle of Passive Anger
Location
Unfiltered to me
is quite possibly
a detriment rather than a liberty.
In the grand scheme of emotions
and perceptions that enter our mind,
I gradually weigh my options
for the optimal outcome.
Never wishing to be willfully misunderstood
Good, for the hoody that masks my constant depression
A regression of repression within the confides of my own folly
If I could be quick with my wit,
and maybe in a bit or a tid bit
possibly a skit to represent my growth
I am all ears.
But I fear that as unfiltered as I may be in this prose
Nothing scripted can ever amount to the mending wall I own.
All the altered and twisted fantasies
that merely dwell below the surface level.
Bevel and emboss
the frames of my facades all over instagram
Narcassistic, depressing, and longing for notice.
The truth really looms around you like a mosquito
True satisfaction is the blood stained on your skin
from finally revealing its intentions.
Sure it may take two or three bites for me to finally shed some blood,
But to relieve that pain, and leave it all to rest.
Please unfilter me!