A mind filled with detestation.
Im am an artist.
Even though my soul does not scream,
In the same shade of pride that yours does,
It does not mean that I do not care.
It’s days like today that make me realize
Just how narcissistic someone can be.
You crave admiration,
While I cry songs of my timid emotion
Escaping only to be cared for and loved
By me and no one else.
You may think you have me figured out.
When I resonate my emotion through song,
You are only capturing a glimpse,
Of my true individuality.
I am nothing but deviant.
I spark emotion that cannot be watered down.
You should never have to ask me,
If my cup is half empty or half full,
Because my glass does not exist.
I am not here to be cut down upon or built.
I merely subsist for the sake of defying existence.
I may be a living breathing thing,
But I am invented by my own standers.
So the next time you tell me
“I don’t think you really care.”
I want you to remember one thing.
You do not know me,
And you never will.