rustic bison
Hundred voices about me but never mine,
And yet you keep asking me whether I’m fine.
Wonder why you pretend I’m invisible,
Since I’ve never found your thinking plausible.
Don’t dare to cry how much you wanna help me,
Pretending to care after bruising my knee.
Day by day taking me apart, piece by piece,
Told them I’m fine just for the sake of peace.
You knew how to cover me through vanity,
And how to deprive me of my sanity.
You destroy your image just to save it,
Thought walking without gold is being naked.
Kicking into me won’t make you look better,
Every word of yours hits like a leather.
You don’t need to put me down so you look good,
Distancing from me has became your ego food.
So why do you complain that I avoid you,
Is that really when your image bothers you?
Restrained in your own trap and took me along,
Your words about help are just another song.
jaunty marten
quiet matrix
mental gate
sacred current