[suck it up] buttercup
(07/26/2019)
2:55pm
it hurts pretty hard,
when your words hit like fist.
all i wanted was a hello.
and i'm trying.
lemme see through your eyes.
but,
seems like i still don't understand.
I've been having these talks
with myself.
and hey,
we're missing people.
and though I claim to understand your reason
why (?)
I don't really understand.
because you don't understand.
i get fed much-needed scriptures,
but when you gon' stop.
to hear
my
interpretation?
i got friends in the fantasy,
i turned them bad boys into reality.
but in reality,
them real people,
got real problems,
and real plans.
I never really grew up.
still the third grader sittin in the closet.
hidin' from the monsters in reality
(called reality)
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