By K Vignesh
Adulting is aduterating me like I found my beliefs doing adultery in search of adulation
Now I'm too scared to make eye contacts because the bluffs are too obvious
Too conscious that's how I sold it, plus stubborn with no room for molding
Upfront like this cold ink, it's in his bones a while ago I told him
Too much baggage, I need a luggage trolley
A pushover by nature, like gravity I'm free falling
Kettle of sanity melted, a while since the tea's boiling
Fear recoiling, all I could offer is a cold thumb
hatred is too much work, come and please bother me
Scatter brain and I'm just collecting the pieces
No matter where neglecting the . . . Oh yeah thesis
Chewed up by harsh seasons
And spat out like logic, in dumb reasons.
A broken pottery, experience is my gold dust.
Finally I'm embracing my scars
Learning to let go than to hold up.
By K Vignesh
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