Non-Fiction

It's not my place

I will stay where I'm supposed to

Didn't took me that long to fully realize

That grass would never feel greener elsewhere

Now I'm here

Didn't took me that long to fully realize

That I was willing to act same way as you

That I would selfishly fabricate the two

Funny thing is it's exact way I would pop

Exact reason now I'm here

Why is that not what I want

I refuse to be what I hate the most

I refuse to be what I don't want to

As simple as that

So I will not steal you from where you're supposed to

Will do same as always did; never failed

Blessed to not have you and in peace with myself

I love myself even in death when I hate myself

Born from you, purer than anything I'd experience

So proud to not have any answers about anything

So proud to testify I am the witness of Time

For that I can eat five meals a day or i can not eat

Golden poop on the top of the sacred building

Socks are beautiful up the knee

Up my sleeves up my sleeves